Play me a song

I hated long night, because, I would think a lot. I find it is hard to understand myself. I just knew that myself were kind of complicated. I feel cold. I feel emptied. I'm.. I'm like a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and leave nothing but some haze. I'm wounded. For longest time I couldn't figure out why something inside my brain, which really hurt although I knew that pain is a blunt. My soul feel hollowed. Am i sick? Do you believe in happy ending? Am i crazy? Okay, that's crazy.