Another sleepless night,
another listless day.
Another night I’ve felt alone,
I don’t know how to say
that I’m no good with no one there
and I know that’s not okay, but
lately I just fall apart
in every little way.
I’m fighting and trying
but I feel like I’m dying
and drowning and choking on it all.
I’m lost in the smoke
of the pain and the fear
but sometimes, at least, I’m here.
And fuck it all hurts
but I rub off the dirt
and get up again cause I know,
that despite all the pain
and despite the reclusion
I know I’m not really alone.
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