Dopesick

You don't seem happy.

Is it what I am?

Is it who I am?

Is it what I became?

Am I to blame?

You don't seem aware.

I feel I'm just here.

I feel nowhere near.

A thousand miles

In two floor tiles.

You don't seem content.

I give you what I can

And cry when I can't.

Something I can't fill,

A space for your thrill.

I feel you'd rejoice

At my coming death.

I feel you'd rejoice

Upon my last breath.

No more chains from me;

I'd be gone.

You'd be free.