It feels so good to be like this

It feels amazing, it's like i don't have to worry about existing, even if it's for a while

I thought you would understand this, but when i offered myself to you, you rejected me

Am i so pathetic that even in this vulnerable state, people won't take me?

And yet when i tried, i realized it was worthless, and all the stinging, white liquid from my brain

went directly into my mouth, and out of it, and on my bed and on myself

Yet somehow, you hadn't left

I realized something that night, in the middle of crying in your arms and cleaning the vomit off of myself

Someone out there is willing to help, someone out there is willing to pick one of us up, for me, it was you

but for the rest of us, i'm not sure.