You  fell  in love with *** and drugs,
But overdose on lack of love.
You starved your self to feed your greed,
But became obese on selfish needs.
You threw away all the pride you had,
To lay with him all day.
He held your heart in his hands,
But he never saw how he had broken it.  
Loneliness was your biggest fear,
Now you are alone with him.

Is it you? or is it me?
Am I the sad one for finding happiness in the rainiest day
Or is it you for only seeing the sky when the sun is out?
If the Sky can cry when the world destroys it with its disgusting fumes,
why cant I when my sadness has engraved itself into my being?
If the Earth can shake in anger, when its people has left it in ruins,
why cant I when my anxiety has masked itself has my closest and truest friend?  
If you're terrified of words your friends may say, why cant I be terrified of the noises I hear in my head over and over again?
Your emotions are of this world, mine stem from somewhere your imagination has yet to be.

I'm sad,
and no, I don't want to talk it out
because there's nothing you can do about it.
It's a sad sad,
the kind that permeates,
stays and repeats things in my mind
until it confiscates every vestige of peace.
I'm sad,
and no, I'd rather not discuss it,
because there's nothing you can do to fix it.

I wish I could write again.
Like I used to when I was sad.
I'd write and it was beautiful and creative
Because the most sad things are the also the most creative.
But things have changed.
And I can no longer write.
Because I no longer feel sad.
I just feel nothing.

Tears don't flow anymore
Screams don't sound anymore
I feel nothing
No thoughts
No voices
He has left
She has left
and I am all alone.

Sometimes I just feel like,
holding them by their throats
and telling them to leave.