Risk of rejection

Wearing a tie and shirt
He's been pretending to go to work
Wakes up before the alarm
The nightmares only just begun
What becomes of this man?
He orders his citalopram
Violently depressed
It's all he can do to leave his bed

Bleeding from the leg
Turning the matress red
LEaves it for a day or three
It blends in well with the stains on the sheets
Sleeves rolled up tight
Can't go home before five
If they knew the truth they would help him
But he's not one for charity

Out alone with his thoughts
He continues upon his walk
"I just need someone to talk.. to,
Someone who is hungry for the truth"

Updates her status again
To convince herself she's still got friends
Waiting on a reply
It won't affect her if it takes all night

Nightcream on her face
Which dries and crack and breaks
She'll wake up feeling empty
Closes the curtains so no one can see

She stares into the mirror
At least she's still got a career
Millions worse off than this
Think of them first you selfish B-
-ut her parents know the signs
They've seen it enough times
Don't want to put them through this again
That's why she keeps away from them

There's plenty of fish in the sea
"But no-one's biting for me"
Walk the other side from the fast food place
"Just the smell will make me put on weight"
Way over the edge she
Keeps pulling on the thread see
She's the pull to her trigger
The spark from the ignition

They feel like flaws within the design
Diseased and troubled of the mind
Self-filfilling gate to which they've resigned
Someone should mention "we all feel that way sometimes"

They cross paths on the street
Pretend their eyes didn't meet
Make their way back home
The risk of rejection outweighs being alone.