Cheers To Better Days

The pains different these days

Its null and lost it's vibrance

It doesn't feel the same

It still exist

But It makes the rain different

And my rage distant

But the pills make it fine

so I can eat

and I can fall asleep

it fine

fine

fine'

with the prescription medication

I forgot how to cry again

will I feel alive again?

when will the end not look like the middle

the days are shorter

its a subtle change

my life

my dreams

they now have no means

just waking up

day after day

with no say

These expectations

they're running me dry

no tears left

and no time to cry

I can't keep blaming the weather

Cause stick season is almost over

running out of room on my skin

where the art is thin

but it means something

holding on to somethin'

just to find out it was nothin'

its a tiring spindle

I was once a work of art

full and strong

once made with love

and filled with the brightness of the sun

and now rail thin

meals skipped on days end

downwards spiral

my dreams

my needs

where have they gone

and I'm running out of things that are keeping me tethered here

my folks are leaving

and I find no care anymore

cause the birds will still sing

and my folks will still fight

the boards will still creak

and the leaves will still die

everything will keep on moving with or without

and that's the hardest part

trying to move on

but still wondering where it all went wrong

I can't keep blaming it on the weather

It needs to get better