I say I'm so bored
but I do nothing to help myself
I'm so done so tired,
empty and expired
But I'm the one who does nothing
to truly help myself
I'm only happy with him
I say
out loud to thin air
Drinking coffee au lait
Shuffling my card game
Pretending I don't know the reason
but the truth is
I'm actually doing nothing
for me
Poor me so empty
Crying on the bathroom floor
I daydream people watch me
It makes me feel better
to be loved
by imaginary people in my head
Poor thing poor thing
sobbing over the sink
When I'm all finished with my
dramatics
I sleep until 3a.m.
Then wake up and think....
it's only me holding me
from doing everything
and everything
