The Separation

clouded in the darkness
of my own actions
there's nothing to explain

these hallucinations
are blocking my perspectives
of who is to blame

the voices get tiring
I can say I'm fine,
but I would be lying

so many problems
all combined into one sickness
they're not aware of this presence
that tells me I'm worthless

pills and more pills
that's all they want to give me
how can I heal
when I'm addicted
and this wrong side of me breaks free

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