Maybe it's betterMature

maybe it's better to be sad in your soul 
where else would you be sad 
when your heart 
is shattered 
at the bottom of your stomach 
and you're not sure 
if your eyes are red 
from crying 
or not sleeping 
and your fingers ache 
from skin 
you haven't touched 
since god knows when, 
what does that matter 
if it's just poison 
to every fingertip 
pills and alcohol 
can't drown these things away 
the doc 
says it should make things go away 
god she was wrong 
it just makes me numb 
or makes me feel alone 
and how else am i supposed to feel 
when everything is a black hole 
and i'm all alone 
feverish in a corner 
thinking that someday 
they'll be right 
every pill 
down my throat 
till i choke 
and the same feeling of emptiness 
drowns me 
maybe it's better to be sad in your soul 
where else would you be sad 
when your heart 
is shattered 
at the bottom of your stomach 
and you're not sure 
if your eyes are red 
from crying 
or not sleeping 
and your fingers ache 
from endlessly grasping walls 
until your knuckles were white 
and pounding on doors 
and punching through every window 
god knows that's all it feels like
what else are we supposed to know

The End

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