There have been too many days
Where I want to crawl into bed
And never come out
Sorrow hovering
Along with a whisper
Of how it would be so much easier
To just get out now
(I am all hollowed out)
There have been too many days
Where I don't want to go out
I weigh the importance of every social event
How many can I miss before anyone notices?
(Turns out more than I thought)
There have been too many days
Where I pull the curtains shut
And curl up into a ball on the couch
I want to
Forget
Forget
Forget
I don't remember how to operate
I'm not even real anymore
(I thought emptiness wasn't supposed to hurt this much)