How she felt
Could never compare to his
Feeling miserable shouldn’t be a competition
But if it was
He’d surely win
He couldn’t escape his emptiness
It was hooked to his ankles
And his wrist like chains
He would hide in music
Blast it in his ears
Hoping to rebuke it
He only felt emotions as the songs played
And as soon as they ended, he immediately felt alone
But he didn’t know where to turn
And often flirted with death
In the form of a loaded gun and a bottle of pills
Sitting on the shelf
He could never do it
As much as he hated life
He wanted to live
So he’d laid in bed and wondered
Why he felt dead inside
Didn’t know what to title it