Me being emo again :)

Dreams and sighs corrupt my mind.
Do my best just to pass the time.
It's hard when you know who you are.
You may be afraid of what you see.
Makes no difference to me.
Dreaming of some distant shore.
If you see it, you're not sure.
Just looking for a cure.
We complain of having too much time to kill.
When in reality it's time that's killing you.
Just needing one last thrill.
Life sucks but you continue still.
Everyone's talking about some damn cup.
Is it half empty or half filled up?
Well what if there is nothing in it at all.
What then?
That's when you get on your feet and face the day again.

These Days

Shes  A  lovely girl.
"How come shes so sad?"
She stores her pain away,
Shes strong but it makes her mad.
her day is filled with laughter, all worries on the side.
The nights are darker, her emotions collide.
Her best friend is the bottle, it doesn't matter the name,
As she poisons her blood, it helps her feel sane.
with a warped mind, the alcohol makes it worse.
She denies the fact, shes stuck with the curse.
"I'll be better tomorrow." she says as she laughs.
passed out, she wakes up, shaky and sweating, knowing she needs a bath.
dirty dishes in the sink, mess on the floor,
"I need to clean up." she tells herself, then lays back down and drinks some more.