A Corner that is Never Used

I've got two letters in my hand
One is from my ex
And it says I'm the kind of guy that wouldn't understand
The other's addressed to myself
The handwriting's messy
And the punctuation's missing as well
It says to think less of myself
Because I'm the type of man
That can't be lived with
I have another letter in a drawer
Gaining dust and losing fragrance
It says "I love you but you really have to give more"
An email sits in my inbox
That says I never say grace
It's why I always keep my door locked
And there are pills in a bottle
That has my name on the face
Every night I will swallow
And hope I stop noticing the taste
I could cut my wrists on your elbows
I could bleed down your pretty face
I could hold a line under your nose
As my blood slides out of place

I got a call one night
"Meet me at the side of a coffee shop"
You called a truce in our silent fight
So we put tourniquets on to make the bleeding stop
We went on a date together without a first kiss
We never collected labels
Without talking about this
"You need to stand for something
Not against everything"
She calmly stated this one night
And I said something about the sum not equaling the parts
Reach exceeding grasp
And starting again with the false starts
Thought I could hide in the closet with the bugs
But I couldn't keep up with the pace
Now I wait for my parents to leave
So I can collect the pieces
And repair this broken vase
I've got two letters in my pocket
One of them is addressed to my other self
It says "You're sinking under the weight of a locket"
You could have given me that like you did everything else
But instead you just left me a ring
And a ring of keys that opened doors to my own private hells
And there's a carpet beneath me but I can still feel the floor
There's a black mark against me
For those keeping score
And nobody really listens to me that well
I talk and I talk
Especially about myself
About how I'm sick and I'm tired
I'm a broken pipe
Filled with insulated wires
But those wires are sparking
My blood is electric
All my cars are parking
In spaces clearly marked for others
You're tearing my wires out like fleece
And my heart is like a question mark
But it's always been missing this piece
Ever since I met you and slept on a floor
Ever since I met myself in the mirror
And didn't see the guy that was there before
Sometimes I dream I can fly
But I'm not actually moving forward
I dream every night that I die
And I wake up disappointed that dreams are wishes
And my heart wishes against me