The thing that you call your elixir ,
Is a bittersweet poison for me,
It makes your life full,
But it makes mine so empty..
Maybe I am doing it wrong,
Maybe nothing is ever meant to be,
Maybe my nights will be forever long,
Maybe there will be nothing left for me..
One day my ceiling will get bored,
It will ask me to stare at the floor,
It doesn't know my demons are under my bed,
That the ceiling is my best bet to project the memories out of my head..
I counted once,I counted twice,
To each person I wanted to be caring and nice,
Somehow I managed to make them all unhappy,
By no extra effort, but just by being me..
Words you uttered have wounded my soul,
Sweet ones bring tears and bitter ones swallowed me whole,
Wherever I go I carry it inside,
This emptiness I feel is going to be my demise,
What is my use in this world I keep thinking,
My thoughts askew but my eyes keep blinking,
Without my body will my existence cease?
Without it's vessel will my soul ever rest in peace?
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