Nothing left to me

Reflection in the mirror
Making the known clearer
Dark Circles from lack of sleep
Empty eyes allowing all to see
There is nothing left to me

I walk the street at night
Cigarette and light
Staring at the sky
Scenery sparking memories

Tears fall to no end
No one can fix this broken man
Never will I hope again
This sadness has no end
Now that happiness is dead

Lost in thought I grow deaf
Smiles lost in the mess
What’s the point of living
When nothings left…?

There isn’t…there just isn’t
Written by OctoberArts (October)
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