The Realness.

Nothing can fill me up..
Glass half empty, never full..
I feel nothing..
I don't want to do anything..
I just want to lay in the darkness and stare off into space..
I'm slipping further and further away..
These smiles I put on are just good enough to keep people out my face..
I find my mind is so susceptible to obsess over certain things..
Repetition is comforting..
No strings attached is a must..
Because in this life, I've learned that no one can be trusted..
I can't even trust myself.