Do you know how it feels
to be so anxiously attached.
as I pour out my worries,
and explain my upsettings
it’s clear I’ll still come last.

I lie alone, my energy is faded
waiting to explode
on your unstable pavement;
to get your attention 
while I continue to shake
there’s nothing more I can do
to jolt you awake.

all I want is to be heard,
there’s nothing to fix
I have picked for too long
graving holes in my skin.
so fill up your ears, 
maybe bring me some soup;
hold me a few hours
and then love me on loop.