Craving for that quick fix, the euphoric yet momentary feeling of being loved,
Mustering up enough empathy, love and kindness to give, even though I am starved,

Walking down dark alleys, searching in all the wrong places,
Quick taste of the sample has me blurring out all the bad memories and faces,

Until, I am yet again brutally mugged,
Robbed by people often disguised as friends and family the minute I’m sufficiently drugged,

I wallow in pain and self-pity,
Over and over, it’s the same story,

Falling from a new height to an even newer low,
There’s heartbreak wherever I go.

My death
Would be my last attempt to get your attention

How is that you were able to nonchalantly walk ahead while I walked back and now sit in the middle of the six years of space we created?
If you had only waited..

I want to stop taking all these pills in all colors, shapes and sizes
I want to stop taking all these bad vices
If only someone assured me that just being you suffices
Sometimes i want to die, burning to ashes

Riding back home from my short lived adventures,
into the dark oblivion.
The starry night holds no promise of a restful sleep.
I am returning to my pain that I cannot seem to escape,
that dance behind the curtains almost teasing me
till I fall into an almost fitful sleep,
where my demons come engulf me yet again.