Misery loves company, then never calls again.

Some days,
I smile and act like I think you care,
while wondering what it must feel like to breathe
in the arms of someone who really does.
Most of the time I can’t decide
if I’m depressed, or exhausted;
from all the nights I spend wondering
why we can be murdered
by our own hearts.

And Some days,
I deny that I’ve changed,
but the stranger in my mirror
keeps telling me to fuck off
when I stare too long,
and I think it’s starting to go to my head-
no wait, that’s where everything started.

Nothing is more sobering
than realizing you’re not really in control,
and some days it makes my dwindling confidence
feel completely incompetent.

Most of all,
I fear,
that I have a growing cynical distaste
toward feeling anything…

but pain.

Misery loves company, then never calls again.

Nathan Emery

Joined September 2009

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