Glossy eyes blinking
Empty mind spinning
Day in and day out
The clock ticks away at my skin
Shaving off one breath at a time

One less moment spent
In this shell, this body
Is this my face?
Am I defined by these features?

Doe eyes that deceive
Liquid gold swirling around black centers
Hypnotizing the weak
Snake hair strands that
Freeze strangers to stone

Pale white skin, fragile paper
Without scars, untouched
No finger shaped bruises that
Match a hand like a well
Measured glove

Soft skin, straight nose
All two-hundred and six
Bones of me
Strung together as a reflection
Of my soul

Am I this person? This body?
This life? These words?
Am I my bad habits or
My horrible intentions?
Am I my friends or
My family?

Is there a difference
Between
Independence
And lonliness?

Am I simply a series
Of thoughts and
Feelings
Following one another
To create a person,
A life?

Didn't I come here
For something more?

I could scream at the
Empty sky for
Hours upon hours
Begging for answers

But there will be none
There is only solace
In the puff, the hit, the needle,
The snort, the swallow, the breath

Take me out
Take me away
Take me into the sky
I want to be just as
Empty
As everybody else