Soul Whirling Somewhere I Give Up. Goodbye.
let's end this on a better note, and pretend i hadn't
lost all hope. then maybe a few of you will understand
what i meant when i told you i'm too wounded at this
point; i'm just too difficult. i can never be any good
for you. so, goodbye. goodbye. i'll not think of you all
for a while. i just seems pointless now to even try. i've
filled myself with too many things that i thought i could
use to fill the holes inside i've made. but there is
nothing. everything's empty. this world has nothing. this
world is nothing. and every ounce i drink a small part of
me dissolves 'til there's nothing left to hold the rest
together. and everyone i touch strips away at the thing
in me that tells me life and love are rare and precious.
and i'm nearly all gone. so God restart me. this world
has nothing. this world is nothing. so, goodbye.
