I Didn't Mean to Interrupt Your Evening, But It's Almost Night

Every evening he would scroll through his phone,
hoping someone might answer and validate his existence.

I don't want to go anywhere
Anywhere, but a pair of enveloping arms
I don't want to think anything
Because it never got me anywhere before
I don't want to feel anything
Not consisting of human contact
I don't want to know anything
Unless I know how it feels to be saved
I don't want to have anything
Not even a toothbrush to myself
I don't want to keep anything
But I've been considering pets
I don't want to imagine anything
For fear it may not come true

I am hypnotized by the mere thought of my fulfillment
As a biologist might be by unicorns

I don't want to hear anything
Except another human voice
I don't want to see anything
But I could use a sight for sore eyes
I don't want to read anything
That isn't a letter or sentimental postcard
I don't want to touch anything
That doesn't hug back
I don't want to pray to anything
I couldn't even form the words
I don't want to sell anything
Except my soul, except my soul
I don't want to try anything
But I'll try whatever you've got

When you're as alone as me,
You do what I do to cope

I don't want to give a damn
But I'd gladly give everything
I don't want to take anything
But an overdose would never be an accident
I don't want to get out of bed
This spotless house is way too empty
I don't want to get any sleep
Though if I forgot, I wouldn't mind
I don't want to eat anything
I couldn't care less about skin and bone
I don't want to taste anything
Unless I'm fed by hand
I don't want to wear anything
If I didn't borrow it
I don't even want to wear my glasses
I have no need for vision anymore
And I don't want to travel the world
Because I've already been everywhere but home

I'd like to inherit the earth
But I got lost in space instead

I don't want to play anything
Unless I end up on a team
And I don't want to win anything
Aside from comrades and praise
And I don't want to lose anything
Except my mind
I don't want to do my job
I don't even think I can
I don't want to be anything
Anything, besides beloved
I don't want to learn anything
But how to get these thoughts out of my mind

I'd have to check the mirror to know I were made of more than pain
But I don't want to see the look in my eyes

I don't want to go to the river
I think the temptation would be too strong
And I don't want to drink anything
But a strong one might be just what I need
And I don't want to take any steps
Let alone a set of twelve
I don't want to wrestle anything
My demons and I are on the same side
I don't want to live in the present
I don't even look presentable
I don't want to live in the past
Because I've played too damn much solitaire
I don't want to confess anything
But I'd bare my soul for an iota of comfort

I am hypnotized by the mere thought of my fulfillment
As a biologist might be by unicorns,
If he needed unicorns to live