Thoughts of a Sad Boy

When I wake up hungover from the regret of being broken,

I wonder if I succeeded in pushing everyone away, you know,

just so I can be hurt when they avoid me today.

It is a vicious cycle that turns on and off like a clapper light that I can’t control,

being made to jump when I can’t even hear the call;

and the aftermath is always a desolate place filled with confusion and heavy self-hate.

Tomorrow, when more time has passed, I’ll have many things that I have wondered,

and many questions I haven’t asked;

and more important than any of that is the fact that the damage is done and

I can’t turn back.

These will be the memories you have of me –

pictures in your mind that you can’t unseen,

with truth so clear to you, making you oh-so-sure that

there’s no future where we’re all happy.

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