You can't write a riddle when you're crazy

I keep feeling loneliness catch in my throat;
Who’d have thought a smile was so much work?
I’m hovering between crashing through rock bottom
Or just shattering my feelings and lying here perfectly numb.
I’m not numb, but rock bottom is already miles above me;
Who handed me the shovel anyway?
 
All I can think of is the emptiness that awaits me
Everything is empty, everything is alone and lonely and
abandoned…
How do you know if those ghosts actually live with you?
They use the showers while they haunt you.
This shovel is really heavy; it’s dragging the sides of my
mouth down.
I really should stop digging.
 
How do you make someone cry?
Stand on their fingers when they reach for your hand.
How do you make them cry twice?
Let them think they’re not alone.
How do you make them feel better?
Hand them the sword, and remember:
Down the street, not across the road.