Daily

Laid waste to a pattern of

Self destruction better left behind

To forgotten days

Hidden in my overwritten

Memory, i find

Makes a ton of room for new

Patterns of self destruction

Modeled after forgotten

Days

Days

I avoid talking to you

Tilt my head and stare at a

Ceiling tile instead of straight ahead

So i don't have to say 'hi' or 'how are you'

And as i lay in bed

It makes less and less sense

Thinking about what i do daily

Avoiding every single little

Thing

Thing

Looking at my calendar

Half a mind to cancel all the

Plans i made last week

When i was feeling energetic

What's the downside

To spending all that time

By myself instead lonesome

With an audience of

Friends

Friends

Just when i think I've changed

I do it all over again

Just when i think I've grown

I shrink back down

Again

Again