Yes.

It has hit me
like a bullet in my chest
that my only friends
were the demons in my head
and
the loneliness in my bed.

I am wilting
and
there is no escape.
You promised you'd help me
bloom
but you've left me to drown in gloom.

You don't really wanna know if there is something wrong with me.
You're only asking because
you can see
my carefully contrived mask melt away.

You want to pull each of my strings
and play harmony with them
do you realize
this is my heart you're throwing away?

You ask only
to bring music to your ears again.