Why do I feel so sad?
Each time I turn over
I physically, feel more bad.
Once I get over it
and think I'm alright...
the next day comes.
Then I'm up all night.

She lays there under her blankets...
and tries so hard to sleep.
But each time her phone lights up the room,
she feels how her heart leaps.

It yearns for him; his presence,
just a glimpse of his hand holding hers.
She just wants to hear his laugh again
and feel every word.

My fan won't stop creaking
and I cannot stop thinking.
My eyes are willfully burning
but when I close them it doesn't stop the hurting.

struggles occur,
often I'll juggle many
in attempt to avoid them
and pretend I'm empty;
nothing can hurt me!
but eventually I mess up
and break the tossing.
One struggle breaks
right after the other,
and in the end
I usually feel much better.