One grows wiser with age
I’m younger so I must not understand

However, I did feel the pain of her leaving
Because of that I’ll grow ever smarter

I promised I’d never leave
You used it as a tool

Now I stand alone
Feeling the pain of betrayal

She was the pill
I was the addict
Now I’m just trying to overdose

I wanted to see the world
All I had to do was look in your eyes

I’m lost and can’t be found
Having a map without contents
A compass without a needle

Harsh environment with no detail
People all around
But no one to recognize

Soft cries from a distance
Surrounded noise but not hearing a word
Trying to understand what I did wrong

I’m left without direction
No determination to end up at a destination
Running but ending up at the beginning

I lay waiting
Accepting my faith by the hands of the unknown
I wake up realizing what I’m bound to be

I can’t sleep
As I lay there thinking of you
No amount of sheep counting can lead my mind a stray

The thought of your face singed in my mind
Once a pleasant sight, now a taunting image of what’s gone
I cannot sleep

The ceiling being a blank canvas
A background for the thought of you
Blankets holding me as you once had

You’ve left
Only a remnant of a fading memory
And I cannot sleep

Hobbies are there to help distract our minds
Something to take the edge off
Good or bad, taking many forms

My hobbies haunt me
Addiction in disguise
Dragging me down the dark path

I cannot stop
They do their jobs
Keeping me from the thought of you

I have hobbies
Some I cannot escape
I hope you don’t have the same