Silhouettes

Something short and new and a bit different I suppose

Sombre silouhettes
Tracing my regrets,
Dancing shapes across my vision,
Empty spaces in my head,
This sorry state that I've been living in
Stains covering my bed,
And the dark dream that who I am
Could be someone else instead,
I can conjure no excuses
For the s****y life I've lead,
But could explain all of the reasons
Why I wish that I was dead,
As if that could lend some weight
To the delusions that I've bred
Within a brain that can't complain
When all my friends have f*****g left.