Yours Truly, Me.

Pandora's Box

Still awake at three AM and all I think about is you,

Wishing you were here right now, 'cause friendship's still a game for two,

Wish that you were here so I can tell you what all's going on,

'Cause everyone around me loves to pretend I'm the one that's gone,

I've seen many suicides, but this one doesn't sit the same,

Not only does it hurt my heart, but it's still ravaging my brain,

My eyes hurt 'cause I'm crying, but I barely feel the way it stings,

And I'm clinging on to memories, despite the pain I know it brings,

My friends will ask if I'm okay, but I can't tell them how I feel,

I can't articulate it in conversation and keep it real,

Can't even think about you if I plan to keep my sanity,

Ignoring you's impossible, forgetting you's calamity,

Pandora's Box was opened when you took the contents of that bottle,

Even now my heart's still broken, guess I need a newer model,

Just writing this is making me debate on if I've lost my head,

I keep living life without you, but I'd rather cry in bed,

I can't make plans 'cause I'm too busy patching up my broken heart,

It's like I've taken restlessness and fostered it into an art,

This all has hurt me way too much, my feelings aren't down to Earth,

'Cause loneliness and anger aren't pretty when they're giving birth,

And writing's therapeutic, but that still won't make it go away,

It's all become a part of me, and that's a price you chose to pay.