Paint this picture, color it with casualties
of hope and sorrow, frame it with apathy,
i find it hanging on a wall that you
disguise as faith and trusting,
intent is realized
morning moves my head,
my hands reach to feel your face,
my hands fall empty,
these memories can't fill their grasps.
i begin to focus on what i always thought i knew,
vomit my feelings and spit them back at you,
indifference fails me
from the smile behind your eyes,
in effect a failure, it seems just my size.
fill me inside, how i need this,
feel the inside, i can't take this
i open my arms just to miss you,
only you can fill this hole.
so full... sick of life, i feel so old
i can't change this now,
please show me how.