When I’m awake, I’m losing self-esteem, but when I drift away to sleep I have these self-important dreams. So please, chase me up the stairs just one last time, nip me on the ankle, and tell me that we’re find. Tell me that we’re fine. 

I know it’s pathetic in a world with so much pain, I’m feeling sorry for myself but I can’t seem to shake this shame, so I act like I’m impervious to the shit that’s thrown my way, and I know I shouldn’t care, but I feel hideous today.