i wrote this in five minutes during a 3 am panic attack. it is rough but it is real.
i wish i had a way out of this place
i'm wasting away
my hair keeps falling out
and my face is turning grey
i miss you every day
and i can't breathe when you're not around.
i'm alone in my best friend's bed
waiting for the night to end
i can hear her crying in the living room
over the sound of a sitcom on tv
he is breaking her heart again
and what kind of fucking lie is my empathy?
i've never felt so much
never enough to swear i loved
you or him or her
or any of the past
embodiments of my loneliness