It’s 4 a.m and I’m wondering why

the only thing that excites me

most days i try to pick myself up.

she had a genuine excitement for death

i appreciate all the good things that people have done for me,

i thought i was better,

it’s not about feeling worthless,

if i died tomorrow,

i’m depressed...

all at once,

it is a becoming,

oh, how i long for the sea...

it’s incredibly lonely,

i don’t know how to talk to you

why couldn’t life be simpler?

i thought it would get easier

there i was

it’s really hard

i’ve come to learn

i’m thinking of you