Nothing left for me to give.
Nothing left for you to take.
This is no life to live,
dissonance of my real and my fake.
Hiding behind a mask,
a less vulnerable place to be.
Slamming my face with the flask,
until it’s a blur and I am no longer me.
The truest me lingers in confusion,
figuring out who to be.
A comedown from the disillusion,
unable to break free.