Distance,
distant,
distant from yourself,
for you do not seem to know who you are,
for you seem so detached from yourself,
you seem so detached and it cannot be good for your health,
so, you prance around and pretend to be someone else,
and you prance around and put on a frightful show,
playing the part of someone else,
and how well you play the part,
but it is a shame that you do not know you,
and you do not know your own mind or your own heart,
but when the show is over,
when the show is over you will feel empty no doubt,
and you will be empty,
for you having nothing inside is the usual state of affairs,
and the tears in your eyes,
they seem to be permanently there,
and it is a sad sight to see,
a sad sight indeed,
and to see the darkness in your eyes,
it is a haunting thing to see,
and you are only happy,
only happy drinking,
for that is the only thing that takes you out of your misery,
and you,
you will probably end your life that way,
sprawled across the stage of life with a bottle in your hand,
a bottle,
and it will most likely be a sad end to your life,
but no matter what people tell you,
you will not listen,
and you,
only you will have killed you,
but you have never been you,
and life should have been more meaningful,
but you have never found a way to be truly you,
despite all the years that you have had,
and despite all the seconds, the minutes,
the hours, the days, the weeks,
the months and the years,
consuming alcohol,
your life will most likely be over in seconds flat,
and surely, surely, there is more to life than that?