I was your cigarette. You put me out, after lighting me up. Like a cigarette you ignited me and raised me to your scornful lips, you made me your addiction and i let you consume me. You only used me when you were bored and stepped on me once you were done. You'd watch me burn and blatantly ignore the ashes falling. And when u got tired of me, you left me alone and  moved onto your next cigarette.

These canyons between us were carved with the river of my ego and the streams of your lies. The oceans between us were made by the countless number of tears I cried bitterly for you. For our love was a disaster, but how could we of known?

My mind is empty
No more ideas
No more emotions

My eyes are open
But I don’t see anything
Maybe there’s nothing to see

My hands are warm
But I can’t feel anything
Sweatshirt pockets are a hideaway

My voice works
I could scream from the top of buildings
Doesn’t mean anyone would listen

My mind is empty
It didn’t use to be.