When I look in the mirror
I see the face of a broken man.
I remember what my mother said
that if you pull an expression that grotesque
your face will get stuck that way.

I wish someone would love me.
I wish someone would care that
when I came out of my room
my eyes were still a little red.
I want someone to hold me
and tell me that it's okay to fall apart.
To understand that I can't
help but hurt myself.
Someone who would understand
that I can't just get over it.
I wish I wasn't so lonely all the time.

Hell, my pillow has soaked up
so many tears
it's amazing I don't drown
when I dream.