Insanity in Living Colour

What happens when the ink runs out
and I have nothing left
an empty soul, I am
As I stare at the ceiling
I begin to wonder, where did I go wrong?
I went from bad, to worse,
and now I'm INSANE.
I dont believe in pursuing happiness
YET, I write about it so much
My need for it is crazy
I can't manage to get the words on the paper
To express to you, the way I feel
Dont hurt me now
I'm not trying to kill your hopes on purpose
Just accidentally