Echo

All I wanted was to know myself, Talked to therapists and specialists to understand my mental health, Drowned my sorrows with alcohol so I didn't feel the pain, Tried every single drug I could that might turn off my brain, Started cutting myself young so I didn't want to die, But all it did was make me crave the blood, If I could I'd bleed myself dry, After a while of feeling so much anger and torment, I started feeling like nothing was really important, When I was hospitalised for jumping out of my bedroom window, Institutionalised and hit an all time low, I made a deal with the devil, All he wanted in return was my soul, I asked him why and he said he wants the pain it holds, So I obliged, maybe this was the answer all along, But over time I realised I couldn't have been more wrong, Now I am just a vessel, a shell of who I used to be, I don't know who I am now but it's not really me, It feels strange, not wanting to bang my head against a wall. But ever since I sold my soul I've felt absolutely nothing at all.