my heart is there too much
like the memories of how happy i was when someone decided to love me
like the memories of every first time

history repeats itself
and i deemed my sadness history the last time i locked myself in someone elses bathroom to cry
things get pathetic when you think of dying
and realize you cant afford it

everytime i think i find an exit
the windows end up being boarded up
everyone throws out the invitation to my
pity party
since theres never a return address

pray for me
not that ill get better
but that itll get so bad that god
will feel bad
and bring me home