You Are the Oxygen That I Breathe

Cold, empty mattresses and falling stars.

My how they start to look the same.


"You know you can confide in me about anything. I'll always be here to listen."

"That's what they always say," I mumbled softly, "Therapists get paid to say things like that when in reality you could care less about me."

He was no different from the others.
Well at least that's what I had thought...