♥Sick

My mascara runs down my face
and with drinks i chase them
now im playing tag with myself
now im taking every bottle off the shelf
Trying to somehow fill that space
i tried so hard to put you into
push you into
pull you into
but
we just dont fit
and it sounds like simple shit
stll im having fits
I sink deeper and deeper
into this pain
and some days
im so used to the hurt
i cant even feel it
I become numb
and
i cant even
get up and run
from this dark place
that seems to always find my face
regardless of the lies i hide behind
Wish there
was a warning sign
a "dont enter"
or
a "caution inside" sign
Just some kind of guide
that would have pulled me aside and gave me the time
to think
Of the bullshit
and all the hurt it might bring
with these drinks i cling to my those days
where you made my heart sing
Now it just burns
because of how bad i want you to return
it does it really have to hurt this bad
for the lesson to be learned?
now my heart stings
because
i still bleed that love i wanted you to have
And as
i refill this empty glass
i wonder
how long
how will this empty feeling last?
how long
how long does it take to just get past?