I feel like there's a hole ripped into my chest.
An aching, festering mess of a wound
Has torn itself where my heart once rested
The infection spreading to my mind like disease
The wound getting worse day by day
And even though it will always be what I say
I feel like I'll never be fine
I can't even bring myself to dine
And the bones are starting to show
And the bloods starting to flow
The sound of thunder hides my cries
I'm so tired of all the lies
I'll be the one who dies
And lies in the dirt covered in flies