THE LONELY

The constant sinking feeling
is burning inside
it seeps down through everything
a fog of abnormal settings
a feeling of losing the affects

im losing myself
in hopes of finding myself somewhere else
broken stories of what i couldnt tell
broken hopes of what could happen
serve purpose beyond all else

but still i feel the burning strike within
i am without what i want from you
i never learned the truth about what melts
the taste so unsatisfactory and undesirable
the lonely poison aches
choking me with gas of my own causing

yet i continue to force down my throat
a choking consequence to fill the void
just to appease my hunger of something fulfilling
of what my life craved for the most
yet through the unsatisfactory  events
i throw up the consequences
my stomach gets rid of the evidence
but my eyes, recording endlessly
no stop or pause button

i used to pretend to be someone else
such pretense of false