medicine

you destroyed all my energy
i grew so weak with empathy
never a path in front of me
just the chaos surrounding me,it seems
whatever i touch turns to paste
a paste that i spread out just to waste
i drink the tears you cry for yourself
spit them out on the tongues of everyone else

ah,what would i do without me
ah,cut me open just to see
ah,peeling layers off my skin
ah,to work out where i begin

ah,not a thing that you can see
ah,what is slowly killing me
ah,not a medicine to heal
ah,because my illness is not real