Break the glass, cut myself. Break the glass, cut myself. Cut, cry, suffer, smile. Cut, cry, suffer, smile. Do it all over again and again. I picked up a pencil, I wrote it on the wall, it says it all. "I AM NOTHING". Now you see my world and how I am being told it's wrong. I grabbed a piece of glass and cut my hand. The blood seemed to be everywhere. My bloody hand touched the wall, and my tears fell strait down. I screamed and wasn't heard. I kept cutting and cutting. Never stop. This is the pain, inside of me. I call the pain, "The Killer", because it's killing me slowly inside, causing me to slowly kill the outside. Taste the blood, this is who I am. Taste the fear, inside of me. Taste the pain, placed upon me. Taste the hate, I still have. ***SCREAMING***

There's nothing left of me,
nothing inside.
I have nothing to give but,
pain and lies.

Not a thing to love,
nothing to want.
you'll feel sorry,
when I am gone.

I am nothing,
I spelt it out,
it's all over the walls,
you know what it's all about.

you caught nothing,
you let my tears fall.
Millions on voices,
they all call.

Nothing, I am.
Nothing, I am.
Nothing, I am.
Nothing... Nothing... Nothing.... NOTHing, NOTHing, NOTHING... NOTHING.... NOTHINNNNNNGG!!!!! *SCREAM*

//These eyes conceal what even I can't tell you...