To be seen is to exist
So here I am
In this silent unreality
Apparently not existing
I can't remember the last night that I wasn't sad
I lie awake
longing for anyone to reach out
longing for anyone to care enough
my words can never be beautiful
consistently dismal
they say art comes from pain
perhaps I haven't suffered hard enough yet
Too much to handle
Too much to cope with
My intensity is suffocating
Maybe it's safer all on my own
but god is it lonely
Once I always had a best friend
