The Big Empty

lost and gone- hey baby, welcome to the big empty. everything you thought, you thought wrong. everything you got, well it's long gone. Fake it till you feel it, Try to believe. Tell yourself, that there's still anything. I know what you feel, I know what you think - but trust me, it's not what I mean. You can't fix your head with liquor and pills. You can't save your face, you can't save yourself. You used to be Ok, when you were destroying yourself. Now you're just fucked. Now you're just out. This isn't a poem, it's not a fucking song. This is just a note to remind myself that I'm fucking wrong.