stale

it's a sad life
just the sadness
and stale cigarettes.
i can't feel anything
and I can't feel anyone.
I reach out, who's there?
I can't eat,
I just feel the beat of my liver.
I'd take anything I can get now,
at least anything i could touch.
the bones in me, they just
seem to ache with this
basal hunger that travels everywhere.
he's out of hope and i'm out of love.
i can put it back together
if you watch me
i can show you how
but i can stop these hands
from shaking so i light up
another with the flame
that illuminates the hollows.
i can't stand this. all the faith
i held in my hand i have
put in pockets with holes
i just can't keep anything
close to me
I'm brokenhearted in
every direction because I wait
for words that never come.
Just wait and wait wait. I
 feel like a I fell in the garbage.
And I'm always cold.
Always reaching to scrape off
my skin to pick out my nerves
one by one because I don't want to
feel anymore and that's always how
I end up in a worse mess
than the one I am now.
I cannot breathe.