Sugar turns sour,
The sun shines too brightly,
Your favourite food doesn't taste like home anymore,
Takes you a lot of effort to appreciate what you have now.
You start to enjoy stuff you used to hate.
Black coffee doesn't taste that bitter,
Cigarettes do not suffocate you,
And alcohol is what you need to keep you numb.
Life is slowly becoming dull.
The colours are slowly fading,
becoming black and white.
You live life in slow-motion.
Craving for numbness,
wanting to become a zombie,
heartless.
You just want to sit still.
You look at the window,
letting your mascara smudge,
holding a bottle of vodka on your left hand
and a stalk of cigarette on your right.
Waiting.
Waiting for nothing,
Waiting for what will never come back.
Letting your delusional mind take charge,
Letting your ignorance give you hope-
naive, they say.
Hanging on to that little piece of hope- false hope, maybe.
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