Hollow

God, don't you think we should talk?

I'm having trouble knowing if you're really listening at all

If there's a hell, you might as well mark a spot for my soul

If there's a god, I'm sorry for I won't pass the gates

I'm not quite sure if I deserve to wake up

I want to sleep forever if it means never looking in the mirror

God, I been talking into silence like it’s answering me back

Like the walls got ears but they don’t know how to react

I’m pacing through my mind where the floorboards crack

Every step feels like a memory I can’t get back

I tried to build a version of me that don’t collapse

But I’m nails in drywall, I’m bending under that

You call it growth, I call it slipping through the map

Like I’m somewhere in between who I am and who I lack

I seen hope in the distance but it flickers when I run

Like it knows I’m tired, like it knows I’m almost done

And I laugh at myself like I’m chasing the sun

With a storm in my lungs and a silence on my tongue

If I’m made in your image then why do I feel torn?

Like something got erased the day that I was born

I don’t ask for perfect, I just ask for a form

That don’t fall apart every time it gets worn

I'm so sick of feeling like I am a hollow shell

Of the one that I know so well

We all seem to show our true colors mean the most

Only when we're seconds from a grave unmarked

Son, I hear you in the static of your doubt and your fear

Every crack in your voice is something I still hear

You think I left you stranded in the thick of it here

But I’m closer than the breath that disappears in your tears

I don’t build you to break, I build you to withstand

Even when your own reflection don’t understand

Every step in the dark still leaves a hand

That’s guiding you through what you can’t command

You keep calling it failure, I call it the climb

You think you’re out of time, I say you’re right on time

Even when your thoughts feel like war in your mind

There’s a reason you’re still here, still alive in design

I don’t speak in thunder, I speak in the slow

In the quiet moments where you don’t even know

That the soil you’re buried in is starting to grow

Something stronger than the weight you’ve been told

I'm so sick of feeling like I am a hollow shell

Of the one that I know so well

We all seem to show our true colors mean the most

Only when we're seconds from a grave unmarked

I stare at the mirror but it don’t feel like mine

Like it’s showing a stranger wearing my outline

Every smile I fake feels like borrowed design

Like I stitched it together just to pass the time

I been chasing meaning in the wrong damn place

In the back of my mind where it leaves no trace

I speak in questions with no answer to face

Just echoes of a life I can’t erase

And I swear I can feel it when I almost escape

Like the edge of the world got my name in its shape

But something keeps pulling me back into weight

Like I’m meant to carry what I tried to break

So I walk through the fire just to feel th