Crushed by the darken soul

Crushed by living, the burden of the soul. A addiction to the pain of the burn, and the need to keep it close. Holding a toast to those who left you when you where lost. It's simple things that can't be bought or forced. So the empty glass won't hide the truth. Holding on too things which in the end will own you. The past the current and future too, but then what good can you do! So do you accept the black, or make a move? With so much doubt and so much to prove, but yet you're scared even though really is there much nothing to lose.