You're On Your Own

It's far too late and I shouldn't,

Shouldn't even be awake. 

You can't repair something that
Was never whole to being with.

No one ever was. 

I wonder what you're doing

Right now, New Year's Eve.

It doesn't matter anyway. 

You don't give a s**t about anything

Except what hurts you

What makes you feel alive.

That's just fine. 

Go through the bitter motions 

Of falling apart over and again.

I'm too tired and too drunk 

For trying or giving a damn. 

Good Riddance.

Author's Note

I wrote this while I was realllllllly drunk last night.