clothes cover the carpet
dishes cover his table
hes been laying in bed for days without a motive to get up
hes depressed because his ex
         hes depressed because the breakup

the only thing in his head are the reasons why he should give up
why death seems like the reason
why his life has no meaning
he thought he had it all, in the form of a human
in the form of a women
in the form of a love song, a poem, a movie
everywhere he looks now he sees the couple that used to be
the relationship he was in
the heart that's now missing

he wakes up every morning forgetting shes gone
he turns over to his phone
to text her good morning
shes gone once again, he feels the same pain he once had
the pain that he felt when she finally left
every morning its like she dumped him for the first time
every night he goes to sleep he wishes he'd die
wishes he wont have to wake up
he tries not to cry
he tries to grab his feelings
                   tries to push them aside
he texts her before bed saying she was his hope
he was his heart
he was everything that kept him from falling apart
he doesn't know what to do
where he should go
all he wants her to know is that without him in her life
hes a mess