When I wake in the morning
The emptiness of my room deafens me.
I rise from my bed,
And feet never touch the floor.
My stomach pangs
My head bangs,
And I float.

When I wake in the morning
I have thoughts of you
I fall back asleep
Pull up the sheets
And pretend that they were true.

When I wake in my madness
I wish I would eat.
For I am a fool  
And it is our sadness,
that makes us complete.

-r0