The moments we devoted feeling empty and alone. A stone"s throw from a healthy mentality. I got problems. Self-esteem but they won"t get the best of me. I"m stretching thin to make some sense of me. The waters run deep within me. The art of masking saved some dignity and kept the p***** away when I was weak. We celebrate tortured kids who never wanted to fit in when everyone was busy being cool. Fix yourself. Start over. Your will to wait is over. I never cared that you thought this was weakness. It was such a lost cause, your silenced empty words. We"re worse off. Now your life has shifted. I take the lion"s share minus the drugs. I realized it was dead. I cared but not completely in this c**ture of fear. Who could care really. It just wasn"t us. My empty stare escapes the pain. I"ve fast tracked all these tears away, instead of sinking deep into the sand. Stagnant reveries of weapons filled with apathy. The weapons that created me.