Killing me softly with his love.
Any love,
I've been so hurt,
And I'm running on empty.
Believing that I have a ******* grasp on my sanity.
Tired of reaching aimlessly
Towards a sick society
With no ******* courtesy.
Living in an utter false reality
Surviving off thirst for currency
And desperation for any consistency
Slowly learning to accept
That it's almost pointless
To tell myself that one day
I will be happy.