It's over
she says as she watches me convulse with sobs
and it's the only thing she sees
the things she doesn't see
is how this has happened before
how worthless I feel to the world
how I've cried myself to sleep before
and I still have no idea why
that I feel so
E
M
P
T
Y
like a rusted cog in the clockwork
she thinks
that if I
S N A P
M Y
F I N G E R S
it's going to end
that it's all just a
BAD
DREAM
that I'll sleep off
but the difference between
THIS
AND A
N I G H T M A R E
is that
I can't wake up