Empty Promises

Feel the silence in the back

Of your throat,

A burning cough from illness,

Mental, not the regular

Because I'm just lazy, right?

I'm the background character in

My own motion picture,

A film starring the dark and I

Just reside in it, it's my

Home now.

Talking with the devil, crying,

Begging for a sweet release

Into a different form of pain,

Maybe one with less pain;

I hate this game.

I'm writing poetry to find peace,

But I am in pieces, a shattered

Mirror, multiplied and scattered

Everywhere, build myself piece by

Piece but I'm broken again.

My lungs are filling with my blood;

I'm breathing in my scars and and

Exhaling my joy,

I'm embracing my silence and

Basking in the warm tides of anxiety.

I let the drugs wash over me,

Two antidepressants and a 

Couple more,

Accept the numbness and

Stay away from the hurt.

If I feel no emotion,

It sends the bad ones away

But the good ones too.

Is the sacrifice worth 

The emptiness?