A Sinking Ship

You think you've got it easy?
Sitting there - bright smile, perfect hair, plastic complexion
Your eyes all glazed over
Your life in one perfect piece.

You have had no troubles
Your heart has not been broken
The only thing you feel is emptiness
And that is all you will ever feel.

I have no sympathy
You have chosen this
To sit there with a perfect smile
And suck in all the bliss.

You say that you are perfect.
I think that you probably are
But deep inside you are dying
And you are full of scars.

I no longer feel sorry
For you, as I can no longer help
But just understand that you are alone
You have screwed everything up as you usually do.

So I am walking away
And letting you wallow in silence
But just remember when I am gone
That you have chosen this 'bliss'.

And no one will help you from this sinking ship...