Forced Empathy

Fog over the city, there's fog in my head. I smile out of pity at the words I never said.
Pressure in my eyes, there's pressure in my heart. I'm now feeling all the lies that I ignored right from the start.
Shortage in the booze, there's a shortage in my brain. The demons I can't refuse are the demons that remain.

The image of a vacant bed taunts the feeling in my vacant head.

Unsettling decisions in my stomach that resonate in my brain. Unreliable feelings that numb my body but magnify the pain. Circle thoughts that circulate my blood but end up being in vein. Every day is different but every night ends up the same.