staring at an empty page
wonder why
how
I use to fill it with meaningful words
so easily
but there are
no thoughts now, no feelings, I threw them out with the rest of his t-shirts.
it's just this bottle
and these drugs

get high..
get low
sleep
repeat.

the drugs help you forget but they make you question yourself
so tell me

What is it like to fly without wings?
and
how does it feel to be trapped in your own dark paradise every time you close your eyes?
your left alone with your thoughts so often you start to wonder if they are even your own
and you try to teach yourself to breathe again
but your lungs fail you
and



*it's just empty here
always so dark and empty.