It Started out So Well

I’ve already checked all my symptoms and diagnosed myself.
I sought out cures just for you,
But it just isn’t enough
To appease my diseased mind.
You tell me I’m good enough,
But I see right through your lies when your eyes don’t smile the way your lips do.

Why didn't I finish it?

What were my thoughts one hundred-and-one days ago?

How should it end?

Why didn't I finish what I started?

Dang.