i wrote this and hoped it would heal me...
alas, no.
TIME TO CLEAN HOUSE

All in all
He kept me human
With things like hopes and dreams
In a tizzy
In a state
Filled my head with garbage
Mother had sleepless nights
When he quit
They called a doctor
My eyes don’t work
They are like jokes
Or expired fruit.
Someone let the light in
Behold!
Solitude, a beauty
And a fright entwined
Where is the grief?
I am left a stone
He is left unlucky.