my millionth confession
I'm lost
lonely, languishing in this misery
I don't know what to do to fix this
I just want to laugh some time,
and I need to get rid of this lanugo
and maybe just once in a while
I want to sleep through the night.
I'm here
where I've been working towards
for years and years on end. I finally made it.
But this doesn't feel like success
everything I love is far from me
and I am everything I hate.
Hardworking and hard-pressed
for happiness.
I'm gone
gone like I've been for years
baby, you make me want to be there,
all there, all you could possibly need.
The anxiety is worse the depression
is worse the insomnia is worse, even
my skin is worse, the doctor says
it's my thyroid.
But hey, man,
at least I can see my ribs.