one of which i want you to fill
but most doctors say the problem would be better solved by a pill
when the day is over and i stare at this screen i think maybe i'm not good enough and my insides just scream
no i'm not perfect not even for you because that void is me i'm beginning to see
i'm broken.
i have many problems that should be solved but i let them sit here heavy on my heart hoping one day that they would devolve
so i'm sorry if i seem needy i'm just so alone i love you dearly i'm never able to deal on my own.