But What's Left?

This is when I wonder

Life pulls me under

I keep trying to 

hold on

to be strong 

to get over it 

but what's left?

In my tiny eyes

In my rocking body

 that always shakes

and I finally learned

to fall asleep

but now you're telling me

to stay awake

I think learned pain from this life

pleasure will be in the next 

but what's to protect me 

from it all?

Where do I get I 

my next breath

if not for the poison

and I don't know yet

how to get up without falling

how to live despite the longing 

and what's left?

What's left of me

I've wrung my skin

I've scraped my soul

I let them in

and now I'm holding onto

one last lullaby...

and now you say

you say 

"It's time to say

goodbye.."

I know it's good,

 that I should,

and that's it's for the best,

but what's left

after

I say "goodbye"?

what's left 

is all the hollow in my eyes...