Every day
I get just
A little bit
               further
               down
this path
I'm walking

And I'm
beginning to
     feel
as if,
nothing will
ever.

Stop me.

Broken,
lost,
hopeless.
We are all ghosts.
Yet we feel the pain, love, and hatred from others.
From everything we once knew.
They're more than just dreams
that never came true.
They're everything I've wanted
and so much more.
And if happiness is
making something
out of nothing.
Then I need to take this... This...
This... Feeling of
nothingness,
and fix what
shouldn't be
broken.

There's not much
You can really
Do about it.
        It's
Something
       You eventually
Let go.

And when you
       Do.
All the
   Little
    Moments.
Really don't
     Seem
That
        Small.

When I think of a drug
I think of your love
When I need touch
I think of our bodies
And how nice it feels
Whenever they are close
When I think of lips
I think of yours
And how well
They kiss mine
And get me lost
In a daze
A hell of a
Love spell

Your "love"
Hit me like a
Sucker punch
To the jaw.
So I couldn't
Say a
Word.

And the whole
Time we were
Together,
I was
Swallowing
Shattered
Teeth.

Slowing down and finding the time to take a
"breather"
is easier said than done.
And when you finally do,
it feels like you've lost a lung.

Nothing ever comes easy;
although I wish it would.

            But when you work for something;
the rest comes as it should.