the reason i could not forget
and the memories of her
still haunt my dreams
was perhaps i loved her
more than just a friend
i find myself
with nothing to live for
and i try
to desperately
rekindle ashes
to a lost happiness
in petty follies
Make the wounds stop
the narcissistic generation of
comparison and
dissatisfaction
And diminishing energy,
As I vainly attempt to fix others,
In the hope of finding the key to fix myself.
But slowly I am sucked in,
By this sickness,
And the addiction to this sadness.
The warmth my empty insides yearn for,
Create a hollow ache,
Of a likeness to hunger.
I am no longer sure,
How long I can wait
For the someone or something to save me,
As I try and fail to save myself
And the idea of oblivion,
Becomes ever more tempting.
of dreamers
with your words
that seem to
contain more life
than their dull existences
belittle and
reduce yourself to nothing
as "I deserve this"
chants over and over
in your swollen head