I'm Going Under...

No reason,
to open my eyes.

No reason,
to get out of bed.

No reason,
to think.

No reason,
to feel.

No reason,
to love.

You took that from me
when you left.

You took more than you
knew.

You took more than just
your possessions.

You took my smile.

My laugh.

My battered heart.

My soul.

A connection that ran deep,
severed.

A love so strong,
shattered.

A heart, my heart, for you,
broken.

How can something so
good, go so wrong?

How does something
stronger than any foundation,
break?

How?

Why?

No reason,
to live.

The nights of passion?
Turned into nights of cries
and blood.

The mornings so full of love?
Turned into mornings full of
alcohol and an assortment of pills.

The heart I gave to you?
Sick of healing itself.

The soul I promised you?
Has given up and fucked off.

All those things I gave up for you?
They came back.

The pain-numbing alcohol, the
friendly red kisses from my steel
friend, not being as careful as I
should, pills.

I caress death in one hand,
and my pain in the other.

Either way, I'm going down.

And what does down,
hits bottom eventually.

Hopefully I'll break my neck
when I do.