i stare at a blank ceiling
i breathe in hazy smoke every night
so that i can feel alright
so that my mind stops thinking
and the hole in my chest stops sinking
and draining the color from the sky
but i donβt know what iβm crying for
an emptiness you canβt shake
one you canβt sleep away
because that was taken from you too
one more kick to the face
parallel to a ceiling with no stars
is it wrong of me to ask for more
iβd almost think iβm being punished for
because thereβs no one else
that come back over and over again
who is pulled inside of himself
he doesnβt even want to be alive he says
so whyβs he still crying about it
better off dead youβd say