sometimes I feel like I'm always going to be broken

if therapy can't fix me, how will I ever become whole

I can't remember a time where I didn't hate myself

where I didn't overthink anxiously about every little thing

I really thought therapy was the answer

I really thought I'd beat it this time

and somehow I didn't even get close

maybe happiness is just not meant for me

a life of solitude and sadness is more familiar

nobody I love actually ever stays

what does that say about me?

I give so much of myself to everybody else

and never get anything in return

there is nothing left for me

how naive younger me was to think

moving out would actually solve all our problems

there's only one thing that would fix this problem

and unfortunately I don't have the courage to do it