Staring into space,
Familiar pain, familiar place.
Is my life a waste?
And should I leave without a trace?
Nothing in my head,
Too much thought, it leaves me dead.
All these tears I’ve shed
And all the agony I’ve blad.
Loss of mind and soul,
Instead left with an empty hole.
Will I remain a doll?
Dressed up just to play a role.
Devoid of any dreams,
Mindless masses follow themes.
Ever-changing teams-
Nothing’s ever what it seems.
*Beautiful Mess*