Abandoned, like antiqued train stations,
Tired, careless like irregular heart palpitations,
End the day worse, perpetually bummed out,
Eventually, can say to hope has succumbed doubt,
Wake up - sleep again, accompanied by non-relations,
Contact I make, diseases via thousands of micro-lacerations,
Float in my orbital to feel like trash,
Destroy friendships faster than a camera flash,
You're not, but I'm still here,
Sit around like all will fix itself, like one day, all that I lost will reappear.