Lack of inspiration is all around me.
Wanting to feel something, if anything at all.
Looking at a stranger behind your eyes.
What is it you hide? Why all your lies?
Contradictions to your actions are all I hear when you speak.
Attempts to confuse pollute my brain.
I am losing you in the background of my reality.
Reaching. Pleading, needing what makes all this worth it.
Sometimes I feel you, latching on to my soul.
Pulling me farther and farther away from the familiar.
Drifting towards oblivious.
Sucking any hopes of change I’ve ever had.
Leaving me empty so you can feel needed.
Constantly. Repeatedly drain me of my vitality and leave me here, hollow.
Absent to all that is happening around me.
I hate you for holding me down. Keeping me at this place in time.
Let me go. Release me.
Fade away and abandon me. Let me find the peace I need to breathe.
I do not want to have this burden any longer.
Too much time has passed. Too much energy has been spared.
There is nothing left for you to take from me.
I’m vacant. I’m barren. I’m done..
