One Giant Fuck Machine

I’m sitting in my room looking at pictures of sixteen
I’ve gotten pretty good at crying in public
Without anyone noticing me
Why am I the one held together
While everyone around me can scream?
I tried to rip out my eyes
To give them to those who can’t see
I wanted to console her
I was feeling nothing at all
I wanted to be there to hold her
I want to put her head through a wall
I woke up feeling empty and sad
When I realized I was sleeping in his old bed
But I’ll put in my insides and feel fine, I guess
But I’ll put in my insides and feel fine, I guess
There are spaces inside me
Once held by my dead friends
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel
I hate how they feel