you feel the end in your chest

the end is comes on hard

and you can feel it in your chest

like someone just took all the air out of you

someone took your love and threw it right back at you

all those feelings you thought you never had

you saw it in other people 

and wondered what was wrong with you

you were so proud of yourself when you finally found it

buried beneath the mental illness and scars of childhood

it took a good year to unearth it all

and now its out, and raw, like a fresh nerve

but then the feeling pulls out of the air around you

you watch them walk away

the feeling tied tight around their waist

and the farther they go, the more it hurts

then it starts in your stomach

 and you cant curl up tight enough to make it stop

this is the story of all junkies

this is the line in the sand

it hurts too much to breathe in lonely air