Weightless Feels Worthless

I looked back to a past piece
thinking maybe to repeat
but now I deny.
I've been explained to
the cries of empty souls
but it does not
patch the hole of pain
or sew a gash of
anger
but stiches could never
heal me.
Smile at your brilliance
but your past to present ways
I prevent.
My communication fails
you dread the rest of your days.
So easily drowned
in relevance
but I can't pick myself up
from the rest.
Like I sponge I absorb
what feelings aren't
mine to feel
But others steal my
smiles
the feeling so unreal.
All the while
time passes in
evens
and
odds
sometimes filling
the empty hole
or drying my
cracking lips.
Saying words I never believed
would escape my
broken lips
you hold my wants
you have my needs
and you imprison
my fear.
You scare me to an edge
where two frightened parts
of me meet - I either let
you
or
the ground
be a murderous component
to life.
I smile so much
and wish upon you that fate.
My bleeding lips make
the devil's grin
witholds my control
and cares less of sin.
Weightless feels worthless.

That's the way life goes.