They return once again, the hunger pains,
some could say this is all in vain.
The emptiness threatens to consume my being,
I wonder what it is that I'm not seeing.
The wonder and beauty that others seem to possess
I'm beginning to see it less and less.
Digging up the corpse, my deceased past,
they haunt me mercilessly, the good times that didn't last.
The days when smiles seemed to be effortless,
it pains me now to see them laid to rest.
I dug the grave myself, filled it with dirt,
doomed myself to a lifetime of hurt.
There was one person at the funeral, and that was me.
Standing there, staring, unable to unsee.
Blank expression, empty eyes,
This new version of myself I've come to despise.
Self destruction is the starring role in this film, it seems,
I watch on as tears roll down my cheeks.
This story is something that only I can comprehend,
I'm the director of a movie that will never end.