Why Do I Feel So Hollow

Why do I feel so hollow; Point? What's the point; 38,44 Minutes from now, will I still be the same person? Should I start to plan my exit; Wounds are only temporary, they always say Though it seemed like such a small thing, my entrance; Wounds always end up hurting others more. I used to drown my troubles in drink; Antifreeze must run through my veins, by now. I want to keep on breathing; Exhaust; exhausted is my hope My heart feels like a brick; On the accelerator, my life depends Up just ahead, there is a bridge; Jump! start on my new life. When we were children, we used to play; Dead, are all those hours We knew we would survive, but look what we've become: Corpses, of children once excited by life. If only I could find some; Pure helium, our days were filled with it. It floated us up and away, we were dead on Arrival; we instinctively anticipate our freedom.