I could never grasp

the feeling,

almost empty inside,

peeling the skin off I

can't help but scream

louder for you,

scream inside are out,

feeling almost empty

you try to coincide

how the obvious taste,

how does suicide

taste,

bitter sweet

and gentle,

like a hammer busting

through the walls,

tears following down

your face,

you can almost

taste the sky color

blue,

taste it all,

all to well