Escape it all. You don't want this. You don't want life, freedom, or happiness. You don't want spite, or underlying depressions. You haven't realized, you can't see? You've grown to be empty. Emaciated of feeling, you're uncaring. Emaciated of ideals. Emaciated of thoughts. Lost unfortunate, that's what you've succumbed to be. You're nothing more than empty. Bare, devoid, barren. Hollowed out and vacant. Cleared of all you used to be. A dejected innocent in a world as empty as you.
Empty is dreary. Empty doesn't have a clue. Empty isn't pretty. Empty is you.