These days
my shadow has sharper edges
than my thoughts.
But my thousand-yard stare
pierces the horizon.

Its a difference of morality.
You value what you can take
from them.
I value humans
equally.
They're people,
not a means to an end.
Show me true intentions,
stop playing a friend.
You're plastic.
You're silicone.
You're false.
Deceitful
to the bone.

Still, even though
you're lying to us
I know
you're climbing a ladder,
and still deserve love.
Go find it
elsewhere.

Why do I drink?
Is there somthing wrong?
Obviously, its not why you'd think.
Im just living every sad song.
Every loneliness.
Every misjudgment.
Every heartbreak.
Every last moment.
Every fake friend.
Every false love.
Every attempt.
I just pretend,
till the day's done.
Its to fill the empty place in my chest.
To let my guard down,
so I can feel again.
So I can shed tears,
and get seratonin.
See, the bottle is my only true  
  companion,
that sticks by my side when I've been
abandoned.

These days,
I'm drowning
but I won't die.
I'm bleeding
from wounds I don't see.
I'm in pain
but I can't cry.
I'm screaming
but no one hears me.