we love to feel empty

its about what ive relegated myself to
designating myself to the confines of love and hate
like an empty box

and we crawl inside
hoping to find something in between
the spaces and the strings

then we jump around the blank page
hoping to find some color in the white
but its pointless like trying to find sleep at night

then everything changes
and theres too much time in having no time at all
so we sit and wait for something to pour out of our defenseless skin

but morning always comes
another couple of hours for your heart to be numb
and your fingers to drum

when you think youre worth better
you stay lonely and sleep cold
and you feel nothing at all because feelings are overwhelming

when we think we're sick because we're melting
when we thought better before sheltering
our hearts though people hurt and leave marks