Hollow

Spinning, spinning, spinning, Stop.
Will I ever reach the top,
I think not.
Laugh at myself until I drop, they'll never stop.

The voices they call,
'Come fall, come fall'
Laughing at me hitting the floor
Asking why I'm such a bore.

Never before have I felt so alone,
Wishing for my name to be known.
So I'll cry for help,
From a love I never felt.

And die in my room
In the darkness and gloom
Of my hollow
Heart. Death, what must follow?