Drowning myself in prescribed medication to rid myself of this loved love sickness.
The inner affliction that targets and attaches to you like adhesive needs dilution.
I require a solution to my methodical madness and periodical sadness of withdrawal from your absence.
Take me to the hospital. Split me down the middle and remove my emotions so you can know how it feels to cry an ocean after someone who infected you says "I don't love you"

It's a happy New Year
But all I could remember is the depression of my old years.
It's a happy New Year.
But all I can hear are my old thoughts.
It's a happy New Year.
But all I could see are my old scars.
It's a happy New Year.
But all I could taste are old tears.
It's a happy New Year .
But all I could smell is my constant despair.
It's a happy New Year.
But all I could feel is nothing but sorrow.
It's a happy New Year.
But I'm still stuck on the same old page

Why is it so easy to turn on someone you love?
Isn't love suppose to be so strong that it can make a flower blossom into a beautiful forest?
Make a man travel to the next side of the world and back just for the one he loves?
Then please tell me why it is so easy to love someone one minute and the next look at them and have so much disgust in the eye.
With the same eyes that saw the beauty in their faults and the same heart that would break with even the slightest crack in their voice.
Wasn't that the person, the reason, you would dive just to catch them even though they just tripped ever so slightly?
Wasn't that the person, the reason, you would drive for hours just to see their face?
But, atlas, I guess the simple answer to these questions is that sometimes love and compatibility are sometimes sadly simply two different things.

Limitless mind with a limited body.
For everyone with a brain thinking is a hobby
I find myself lost in though in a hotel lobby.
My imagination forming nearly perfect artistry for me to see
But could never draw it out cause I'm not good with my hands.
I see myself flying in the sky without a plane.
But I can't do that either so I'm stuck here on land.
I see myself happy and having a life of excitement,
But I'm here loving normally because things don't go as planned.
Why is it that we can think of anything.
But we can barely do anything.
They tell me I could do whatever I put my mind to.
But I can't do even a fraction of what my mind wants to do.
I guess I'll have to face facts and have affairs with fiction.
Because I see no way getting past these restrictions.