Empty Shelves

Open the windows, open the doors.

I can't breathe in this place anymore.

Are things getting smaller or,

Am I growing tall?

Which cup said "Drink Me" if any at all?

Falling in darkness,

My eyes full of sand.

Don't know if I'm floating or safe back on land.

Faintly hearing these strange,

Sick voices mocking me.

The ones who lose it think they're sure you see.

I'm borderline crazy.

I'm borderline high.

I'll take what I can get just to fucking get by.

Breathe in, breathe out,

And then breathe in once more.

Struggling to make peace with my internal wars.

Drinking again.

Where was my mother?

Drinking some more.

Abused by my brother.

Smoking again.

I just lost my father.

Fuck it again.

Why even bother?

Why do the colors leave the trees,

At the same time the skies go grey?

Why do we harg on so hard when nothing matters anyway?

A thousand combinations,

The thoughts still seem to fade.

One by one the all disappeared, but you don't fade away.

5:31 and as always still awake.

Half in this world,

My mind is lost somewhere else.

I turn,

Drawn to my magical medicine cabinet.

Please, God...

Let there be something left on those shelves.

I have nothing else.