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Broken and alone, the burden’s more than I can bear
Clawing desperately at the floor,
I beg my lungs to fill.
Gasping for breath in a room full of water,
My feeble attempts at survival make me choke.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
The scenery is spinning; walls are closing in
How much longer till it stops?
Decisions, decisions
I don’t know what I want
Just that your wants and mine are not the same
What happened to the nostalgic slide show?
The childhood memories we’ve forgotten we’d shared?
I want to hear Time of Your Life and laugh
Yet another cliché…
Cue the music.
Nothing happens.
Am I dreaming? Or did I really just go to school in my underwear?
Looks like yet another mistake,
And I can only wonder who’s to blame.
So sorry I’m not what you wanted
But even more so that return policies don’t include family.
Never enough.
Always more, always better.
JUST TELL ME I SUCK AT LIFE AND GET IT OVER WITH.
No need to dance around the subject—
Speak your mind.
Unlike you, I don’t judge.
I won’t hate you because you don’t love me.
I’ll hate you because you told me you did.
Does that sound fair?
Or better yet, I’ll hate you for everything you’re not.
For everything you wanted to be but fell short of.
For walking out
For coming back
Because you just can’t do that.
You’re not God.
And I am not a savior.
I am human.

With a heart. And feelings. And flaws.
Although you already knew about that last part.
[begin the british accent] YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO MY PITY PARTY
BYOB – I’m afraid I’ve already drank away my sorrows.
Just kidding.
You know, like “haha Bergen made a funny.”
Or not.
Lovemeseemepickmeknowme
Not better, just equal.
I think myself in circles when a square is what I need.
No one gets it.
You’re not God.
AND I DON’T NEED A SAVIOR.
I NEED A FRIEND.
Someone to go with me to the dark corners of my mind
Where the skeletons lie, because no living being would dare
Someone who’s not afraid to be intense

ROCK BOTTOM IS A SCARY PLACE TO BE ALONE.