Toxins

Toxic are the surrounding breathable air 

The days go by and the pain becomes difficult to bare

Reruns of anguish and my heart in despair

The world does a good job convincing me nobody cares

Toxic are my insominiac dreams 

Forced its way to have a part in my routines

Attempts of changing and switching the scenes

It finds me always and I can't be seen

Toxicity is as draining as two old friends

Considered them close but was brought to an end

Vampires draining my blood until there was none of me 

Believed in vulnerabailty as a weak mentality 

Words on a script was brought to life 

A blow to the head was the strife

Secrets and materials were their prizes and toys

They were playing with feelings, they were brought joys

Started with lines that stung here and there

Ending on a heart and soul played by someone who pretended to care