Lost

I got nothing left but fucking stress,
This blood pumping chest is just puffing breath,

These muscles tussle with rest....
....In jest,

I feel like a joke with no punchline,

A night with no tomorrow,

It's easy to say love life when you don't know my sorrow, 

You don't know my pain,

You never saw my halo,

My quality of life ain't built by your say so,

You provide me no reason to stay so I'm leaving, 

So many games,

Time gone to waste,

The better me I could've been has left with no trace,

I need to find myself again.