tired, lost, anxious to end
this misery, this world, this age of pretend

eager, to move on

into the times where the sky is a smile
where my dreams and i can see eye to eye

oh, if life was just a song

but alas, for i have no wings to fly
no legs to stand, no tears to cry

anymore, for i am withered

removed, parched, lusting for hope
seeking madness, methods to cope

removed, without notice

pieced away from the peace that i require
my means put away by my desire

alas, for i forgot

the flame that kept my blood alive,
tormented my will, ignited my strife

someday, i will avenge

till then, let me bask in my pity.

note: no, I didn’t just break up, I don’t have a drug problem, I’m not contemplating suicide, and no one fucked me over. Thanks for asking.