I don't seek no replacements,
don't want a different life or thing.
Sometimes, it's as simple as
I just don't want to be me.

In this court of judgement, I am the judge and the jury.
I am the witness and accused, I am the only verdict.
and the verdict's just another excuse
for why shifting the blame in an important tool.

It's evident who's hurting who...
Mirrors reflect the best of me,
and I see my reflection obtuse.
It spews out what I've heard already,
Every lie and all the truths.

The lies no longer hold importance,
truths are no comfort either.
What I want is blurred by conscience,
so, the sole purpose is to slowly wither.

Pill-induced slumber, descending down the nether.

And I hear a voice that sings with incongruous harmonies...
drowning in and out like
waves crashing on the beachside.
Asking me to live for myself...
but, how can I?
when I can't even live with myself!

(the cover photo on this poem is from a twitter user that goes by the username- @weightoflivingl)