It calls to me,
Like a mother calling to her child,
Offering a soothing love,
Able to take every pain and burden off,
In a sip,
As if it's telling me it can free me from the shackles,
A warm comfortable hug,
A lullaby to my soul,
The scent of your warm favorite meal,
Is it true,
Is it all worth the risk of death,
To feel the numbness it so dearly calls for me to grab.

Was it inevitable to lose it all,
My precious connections,
The only real ones I had in my lifetime,
Was it meant to erode into distant individuals,
Is there really nothing more to it,
Only the detaching nature brought by time,
Does it all end here,
Is it for me,
Or for them?

Where did it go,
I'm as confused as you are,
Something is missing within my soul,
Something that is causing all this mess within me,
Urging me to doubt everything and interlink it with the idea of,
Something's missing,
It's eating me from the inside every single waking hour,
I wonder if only time will tell me the answer to this dilemma.
Until then,
I'll drown in the pondering thought of,
"Is something missing?".

I feel at peace,
I feel it from not belonging,
I don’t feel happy or sad,
I feel nothing,
As if Im completely numb,
Numb from what once tormented my whole being,
Yesterdays’ wound has now become todays patch to a bloomed moment,
A moment that does not feel like a moment,
A moment that screams nothingness,
Is this truly the price of peace,
Indescribable silence from everything,
Im baffled if i should he thrilled or be horrified,
At least Im finally at peace.

I ponder as to why I am feeling lonely,
Why does the sunny warm day feel drearier than ever,
Something is missing I say
Even after the days work is over,
What could be missing?
The sunset's beauty in my eyes is bothered by that constant question,
What is missing?