Sick and Pathetic

Hunting eyes that show me the end of the world through pale mirrors and clasp my wants in translusent hands leaving me starving for more and I can't have it I'm sick,deacying slowly, torturing myself with this picture, and these memories, I'm beside myself, I'm beside myself, but I'm not all there, I want this but I don't know what to do with it besides spitting out meaningless words, staring like an idiot, and being as useless as possible, this has got me feeling worthless, detested, unwanted, like I should have never been born, I herd life was purely for pleasure, now I know why, you need something strong to deal with this pain, I destract myself with pain so other pain doesn't fester in me ha ha I know I'm a dumass but pain is all I can enjoy, here from what I can never have, ha ha I'm still looking at the damn picture empty eyes with something stolen from me inside, myself in the reflection saying theres nothing for you here and I have no where else to go