I am destroyed
and broken.
Unhappy token,
in a crowd
of smiling masks.
I'm the opening scene
of an antidepressant commercial.
I shed my skin at night
at the end of a bottle
or two.
I always wake up, though,
thinking of you.
I don't even remember you.
I know I've made you up
inside my messy head.
That's what I tell myself
so I don't cry when
I wake up in someone else's bed.
I'm slutty
and used
and tired.
I'm so tired.