I never wanted poetic justice

I only asked for some time alone

Do you see how much I'm hurting

Each time I leave the house?

There is nothing for me

Independently

Dependent upon anything

That comes my way

And deciding whether it is worse

To sleep, to dream

And wake up screaming, and ruined for days

Or to stay awake

And make myself

So grey

And so detached

All at once.