Going to sleep on an empty stomach. Living with empty pockets. Sleep deprived and my body's sore. Troubles keep falling at my front door. Yet again as I breathe in the air. Reminiscing on childhood dreams. Now in the past like the scent of her hair. Anxiously trying to attempt to calm this hate I try to reject. It runs so deep, right down to my seams. One last breath before I take my final step.