I never claimed to be perfect, so why do you expect me to be? I never claimed to be cured, so why expect me to be? I never claimed to have inner peace, I never claimed it would go away, so why leave when I needed you the most? 

Alone, by myself with nowhere to turn. Disgraced and disgusted by my very own existence. I turn to the blade and find no resistance, I turn to the rope and welcome the burn. I sing my heartbreak and my lack of healing, everyone telling me to shut up with my whining. 

It’s not easy for me to say goodbye, I was always afraid to say goodnight. Fear you’d be gone, you promised me you wouldn’t. But I woke up alone, sweating and mistaken. Thrown to the side for piranhas to feast, my soul and my hope crushed to pieces. 

Alone, I sit away from you. I tell the truth and look for a beacon. Oh therapy please fill this void, my heart is empty and I feel so alone. Alone. Alone. I hope you enjoy what you have found, I thank you again for the taste of happy. 

But it wasn’t just happy you bought unto me, it’s the knowledge that it’s only ever temporary. Now I’m afraid to take a step, afraid to move on and search for it again. Alone I sit, scared of it all. Please someone fill my fucking void.