Cigarettes don’t give me the same thrill like they use too,

Still I light them up just to watch them burn.

Coffee is bitter when it crosses my tongue,

Lacks the ability to put in focus each blurry day that passes by.

Each day is just a repeat of the one before,

I numbly act out my duties without much thought to what I am doing.

Just wishing I could feel anything but pain,

Anything that would make this life seem more beautiful,

I’m just going through the motions.

Pretending to live each day on the outside,

While my heart cries from within,

Wishing just for a little more to it all than it seems.

Wishing I could get pass just going through the motions,

Hoping in time there is more than that for me.