What's to be written on this sheet?

A question I ask myself

Why do I keep on trying to fill the blanks

When I know all I'll get is to suffer

I can't take this anymore

This mess inside

I'm getting better day by day

On how to swallow the guilt and the shame

Yet it feels as I'm dying every morning

When I wake up to the pain

I won't take this anymore

This desperation

I anguish for nothing

Resentment devours me

Been asking myself for too long

Am I meant to stand alone?

Yet I don't see no other way

Than being hollow to the bone

This neverending pain

Is stuck inside my heart

Why won't it go away?

It's tearing me apart

I tend to lure my mind in hopes

But I have learned that there's no need

As fast as one wound fades away

Another hole is dug in me

This neverending pain

Is stuck inside my head

I know that it will stay

Until what's left of me is dead