Anthem of Agony

Are we nothing more than tears and scars on a broken heart that was meant to carry us through life?
Are we nothing more than a broken promise of what was meant to come but never will be?
Are we nothing more than unworthy shells that live to tell the tale of a life so old, so cold and frail?
Are we nothing more?
Are we nothing but a burning desire to end the night we know as day; to rid the world of its decay; to raise our flags and start the war for which our fathers died so long before- a battle which can't ever be won?
A pain that won't ever end even when tomorrow's come?
Are we nothing more than emptiness that lives and breathes and bleeds regret-
Are we nothing more?
Are we nothing but the scars that define us and the bruises that cover our hearts in our chests where we beat every night as we cried in our beds over things we could never decipher or sever as we pounded our chests in vain hope to forget all the hurt held inside and the memories that die every night?
Are we nothing more?
Are we nothing more than burning coals that reside deep inside at the bottom of our hearts which you trod on, not feeling our pain as you were swept away from the truth.
Are we nothing more?
Are we nothing but the marks that we hide in the dark, from our hands as we clawed at our faces and arms just to try to remove the flesh that only consumes- flesh that never creates- only takes, takes, takes-
Are we nothing more?
Are we nothing but the bruises that we put there ourselves when we tried to rip the demons from our minds and call for help- the demons that lurk deep down underneath the unbroken pale flesh we are so sick of having, and we punch through the walls to remember that we still feel pain.
Are we nothing more?
Are we nothing more than a people who care far too much for our own good and less about theirs- are we nothing more?- nothing but despair?- nothing left but pleas and tears that camouflage our deepest fears-
Nothing but the broken skin that took the beating for our sin-
Are we nothing more?
Are we nothing but hopelessness? Bottled rage and emptiness? Angst and hurt and self destruction- Plastering convincing smiles- hide the hurt with heartfelt lies and speed up time- A state of constant decomposition, withering hours and minutes and days- End our ways- end our days- we are nothing but pawns in life's unforgiving game
Are we nothing more?
Or is this all we'll ever be?
Self-destructing empathy
Unrelenting enemies
People dreaming to be free
We are nothing more.