Everyday is seems something slips away.
I dont know what to do in order to seem okay.

Its slowly picking at me from all sides, emotional turmoil.
No where else to run, im turning to my last resort.

Slowly one peice at a time it will consume me.
Eating away till nothing resembles my true self.

An unintentional suicide.

Walls crumble down.
Barriers shatter.
Shields rust.
And metal warps.

This is the final straw.

Theres no going back to what i want.
Some times sacrifices must be made, even if it kills the person inside.

Drifting is a realm of bleak.
Floating in the world of lonliness.
Soaring in the pits of hell

I shall forever be but a shell.
Till the emotional turmoil curupts this Empty Void.