Addicted to self loathing
Distanced from my soul.
Lost in the echos of memories that haunt me.
The leaves fell and I was gone with them,
I'll be back before the flowers I told myself.
I knew deep down it wouldn't be so.

I found myself floating in empty space
I figured I'd be safe here.
You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be here.
Slammed my face into the mirror
Shattered thoughts ****** visuals just to see clear.
I opened my eyes to another empty bottle, a dried flower on the windowsill.
I think I broke the illusion.
Life's about finding a cliff worth jumping off.