There's a reason,
but I don't know why.
There's plenty of tears,
I wish I could cry.

There's no lack of heartbreak,
or emotional crashing.
So why do I seem
So devoid of compassion?

Maybe this emptiness,
is the last thing I've got.
Maybe she took
so much more than I thought...

I've finally reached a stage,
Where I am furious with rage.
A silver pen rests in my hand,
but there's nothing on the page.

The room is cool and dank,
and there's a devil on my flank.
Words rage war within me,
but the paper is staying blank.

I'm a soldier, see my fight
in the madness of this night.
I should be be scrawling paragraphs,
instead the pad is plain and white.

My shell is burnt and cracked,
from the eternal sting of the attack,
on my desk there's only barrenness,
where there should be a sea of black.

I had an idea,
but I didn't write it down.

And if I didn't write it down,
then did it ever actually exist in the first place?

and if it didn't exist in the first place,
how could I have had it?

and if I never had it,
then where did it come from?

You call me rebellious.
Unstable. Unpredictable.

But I'm not lashing out over the irrational.

I am lashing out to resist
any attempt
to confine my spirit
and its infinite beauty
from the world surrounding it.

I'm eating leftovers,
but I'm not starving.

This shirt has a few holes,
but my back is covered.

My car broke down,
but my legs work fine.

The AC is broken,
but the roof keeps me dry.

I'm taking cold showers,
but the water is clean.

I am hurting inside,
but I find reasons to smile.

I don't have much,
but I have far from nothing.

I am but a tiny ember.
Patiently waiting for the moment
when I finally ignite.
The glow will be glorious.
My fire will burn brightly
and erase the empty darkness.
I will feel more alive than
I have ever before.

If only I could find someone
to light the match...

Welcome to a place called addiction.
It's not as fun as it looks.
Beneath the smiles there is only eternal sadness.
Beneath the fullness there is only empty space.
We have plenty of distractions.
and plenty of destructions.

We're pretty easy to find.
Just start following the broken road
and stop once you get past markers
for failed relationships and lost jobs.
Keep your eyes out for the depression signs.
And the constant noise of suicide alley.

There are only two roads out of town.
One takes you back the way you came.
The other to certain death.
No need to make a choice right now.

You can stay with us as long as you want...