Dream

6. Plaything

I still wake up every morning, just in a different bed
I'm still alive, just barely breathing
I still get up every day, I just stumble on my feet
You used to tell me I'm sweet as sugar, now I'm associated with another powder
I used to be sober, now I'm drowning my troubles in liquor
I still hear your voice, it just isn't alone anymore
Your smile used to take my worries, now it just hurts
I tell myself I'm fine, but this heartbreak eats at me like a deadly disease
You left me with nothing when you decided to leave
The sun keeps coming up, but my nightmare never ends
I'm sinking in an endless ocean of blood, yet I can't stop cutting
You were always so strong, and all I'll ever be is weak
You're everything I wish I was, yet I know I'll never be
I'm out of blunts, and my lighter's out of gasoline
I'm out of luck, I doubt I ever had any 
And I'm out of love, though I know I was only ever a plaything

Inspired by,
Can You Hold Me-NF