I need some help right now
I imagine myself sending him
I need some help right now
Foolishly I imagine he hears me and says
I’m not a psychiatrist contact a help line
I don’t need a help line
I imagine saying back I imagine how I feel right now
I don’t need some guy named Nick but not really Nick
They have fake names you see
And he’ll say
Just get through to tomorrow
Just make it through
Which is great but I haven’t seen anyone since my birthday and before that I hadn’t seen him for a month
Showed up for a disjointed dinner
I impose on them
When I’m not there my sister speaks
I don’t know if I’m real right now I feel so shut off
I see these beautiful lives and I know I make it to tomorrow because I have to feed them but
I feel so empty like I’m going to implode on myself and I don’t
I don’t send him that message
And none of it happens and
I’ll be fine I’ll just get high and fight the night and go to sleep and if I still feel the same way I’ll love through it
You don’t really need me
He’d say
You need someone else
Dear someone else
He’s wrong
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