I see all, yet I feel nothing.

All there is inside,

Is a hole.

A hole that got bigger overtime.

A hole caused by grief and loss,

By pain and anguish,

By fear and sin.

I see others crumbling.

The scars staining their skin,

The pain splattered tear drops.

They cry out.

But their voices aren't heard.

Listen to their call.

The mind is a prison to them.

They see things we can't see.

They're falling down,

With no one go catch them.

Their whole world is falling
apart.

Yet you cannot see.

Depression encompasses them,

As tight as a second skin.

Pain lingers around.

The smell of tears so strong.

Listen, listen,

We are dead inside.