Staring into empty space,
Seeing nothing past my eyes.
Watching a world I would just as soon forget,
I'd rather turn and hide.
A place I had once called my home,
Many times before.
The same place that has torn me apart,
Over and over and over again.
Leaving me wondering where I went wrong,
And where my mind went blank.
The battered painting on the wall,
Showing it's face again.
The distorted face of one whose lost everything,
With nothing left to show.
The painting seems so real to me,
A self-portrait on the wall.
A reminder of how lost I am,
Magnifying every flaw.
Every hurt and heartbreak,
Confusion and grief.
Showing every haunting nightmare,
Burning every saving grace.
Lost I stare at endless lists,
Wondering which would work for me.
Lighting one last candle,
...Disappearing one last time...
