Far from real,
A empty shell of a being,
Suppressing its ****,
Many eyes yet blind by all seeing.

A void in its eyes,
Forced to see through lenses,
Human by its lies,
An animal depending on its senses.

Bruised finger tip,
Scattered across different views,
Scraped around the lips,
Broken glass and breath stinks from *****.

Head laid back,
Fingers tap the beats of his heart,
Notebook and a Jack,
Dead besides what once he called art.

I need it,
I crave this feeling,
More than smoking or drinking,
The feeling of being seen,
Of being loved,
Cared for...
I need it,
I crave this feeling,
More than anything on earth,
More than money or drugs,
That feeling makes me alive,
Like no other...
I need it,
But do I deserve it..?
Did I do enough for it..?
Was I good enough..?
Smart enough,
Beautiful enough,
Wealthy enough...
I need it,
Use me,
Break me,
Tear me,
Throw me away,
Just say it one more time...
Look in my eyes,
Hug me,
Love me.