Nothing
Frustration and hate beneath the eyes
Towards myself I am alone
Waiting for nothing, looking for anything
I look down to see that bottle
Full of empty oval dreams
Ripping the cap off looking in the mirror
Seeing the sunken in eyes waiting to be rescued
Every tear like a drop of blood
Symbolizing the pain I wish not to have
The scars all over my body
Showing the unevenness in my skin and life
The shivers and transparent skin
Bottoms up and there go the pills
Sadness beyond the stars forcing the emptiness down my throat
Curling up on the ragged rug
Feeling limp and emotionally nothing
I wisp away to a deep dream
Giving one last breath
And never to awake again
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