"my chemical death"

things aren't seeming so real anymore
my head imbalanced, my heart thrown aside
in a chemical bath, crying
you say I'm choosing this
but I don't believe in existential bullshit
and I don't believe that we're all alone
but then nothing's telling me otherwise
and my heart has lost its home
so I trudge on, knowingly
that if it continues like this, I'm just as well dead
My pace slows as my face hardens
My guides' lights have dimmed
My friends, they smile blindly
To be like that, I'm just as well dead
In a chemical rainstorm, my eyes are shut
they drive me into depression and I give in
Relating only to the voices on the radio, I cry again
Their words bleeding into my heart, I'm not so alone
The closest I can come to a happy feeling now
is the love I'm feeling for you
It's the heartstring that I'll cling on to
cos without Love, I'm just as well dead