I'm going insane
I'm going mad
But I would be lying if I said
My life hasn't always been this bad

I formed anomalies in my head
When I alone
Tucked myself into my bed
And thought about how different life would be

If
He
Hadn't
Have
Left
Me

Out in the cold, out to fold into a ball of never ending contradictions,

Like when I tell the people I call my friends to remember their worth.

Because I often forget that 54 pills or the seams broken at my wrist could take myself away from here,

And sometimes it feels like that's the the only choice I'm allowed to make.

And sometimes, the only thing that's stopping me is the fragile thread of belief.

So what happens when I lose that, too?