Manic dependency renders our potential listless
Loneliness incites a lapse in rational elation
   to the point of annoying excitement
      over similarities in our situations
along with the naive belief that dreams
   and Deja Vu mean anything
My wrists are starting to itch
I'm overreacting again

I,
Though constant, bitter fear
And lack of death
Become living emptiness
Replete in dissonance
A lost cause-
For in my mind
I just can't be enough

I never speak in my dreams
But I always wake up to screams

I swear this should hurt
   but it doesn't
Not like it should, at least-
   you're not who you used to be
      though you coursed through
         my veins enough
      to dilute every drop
Purging toxicity
      feels oddly
            subtle

I miss what you meant to me.

how some people can be so talented
   loved, and looked up to
Yet still feel so hollow inside
   when they're alone