I hate myself through them
I shed a tear when I realized
all my efforts were in vain
to have you in my life as a friend
Maybe there's something wrong with me
After all these years I began to suspect
that perhaps I'm somehow broken,
broken is the word, it doesn't glorify
but at least it explains who I am
Will I ever be able to jump?
What's up with this gap, this tiny void
that's been staring at my face for days?
Do voids come in different sizes?
Or is there just one void, and if you step in
you have been in them all?
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