The sequester

Sit cross legged on cold cold floor
Back pressed tight against the door
I check a response every 5 minutes
Question life and my lack of limits
Wouldn't it be best if I let you go?
So you wouldn't be affected while I'm at my low.

I'm sure there are other people out there like you
I'm sure I could certainly fine someone new
But what's the point when we'll both get hurt
Ripping off petals, throw them in the dirt
I feel like I'm blind, I cannot see
I can't seem the find the purer  me

And now I wait until I find someone else
Someone to save, someone to help
And to you reading this now
I'm sorry, I mean it. I didn't know how
To stop, how to control myself
Help. Help. Help. Help.