Lonely.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Who's the loneliest of them all?

I waited for it to show,

But as it stayed, my expression fell low.

For I realized it was me.

It was me who was most lonely.

No matter how hard I try,

Everyone seems to say goodbye.

So instead I get my fix,

And everything feels like pure bliss.

It's not bad then,

But it's only a matter of when.

When it'll wear off,

When I'll feel the need to cough.

Because the hole will be back.

All the emotions I felt then will lack.

It's only temporary,

I'll still end up in that cemetery.

So it doesn't matter,

If I live or the latter.

So get that fix,

Feel that bliss,

And lean into death's kiss.

Because there won't be much to miss,

When you're the loneliest of them all.