Last Night And The Night Before

Last night I looked through every picture you'd ever taken of yourself, to remind myself that my ugliness is unworthy of your love (it worked). Last night I opened my mouth to cry for help, but like in a dream no words came out but my emptiness into the darkness. Last night I saw nothing in the world for me, laid in my deathbed for another day. Last night I knew today would come, and I would make it through, and I did, but it's eight o'clock, and night is beginning again, as it does. I thought the world would stop without me in it, (removed myself to observe the results) I thought wrong about so many things, I thought I should be among friends, I thought that I should be alone.