Goodnight, my someone

I said I like you.
He said I don't like you.
Six weeks later.
After hope and thought and ...
at least I had that feeling.
And now I say, oh I'm healthy and have money...
Isn't it weird we have to tell ourselves it's not so bad
In that way we do
Just a reminder
It could be worse
But that feeling of
lost connection
is pretty bad itself
I cried a little bit
I just feel like every day I wake up and I get rejected in a new way
And it doesn't feel good
And I wonder
Will anyone ever say I choose you?
Goodnight, my someone