space out

Happy me, happy world

I see the colours all over again, bright and vibrant and mine

I laugh and love and let you in, tearing and clawing and yours

Then I lose myself again

and remember that I'm not real

and they start to whisper and I start to listen

and I fall, fall, fall

I'll tear myself apart

'till I'm happy again

Which will end me first?

The euphoric

or the empty?

Neither. Both.

We are all products of our minds, after all.