I sit br in this hollow pit, br Their eyes I would not meet. br They'd ask me, br 'What's wrong with you? ' br I'd look away. Guilt? br No. nothing wrong. br They'd say to me, br 'What do you want to say? ' br I'd look away. Tears. br No. nothing to say. br I sit and I cry, br Why? br cause- 'I don't know what's wrong with me' br 'I don't know how to say what I want to' br I find refuge in what I fear. br Thinking, Hoping, Believing, br the truth is near. br No. nothing is clear. br I cry. -Numb-br br PSyChoPaTh emo.