On the first night
I thought I was fine
I thought everything would
Return to normal in the morning
That everything would've been a nightmare
One the second night
I realized my mistake
But I continued to believe in hope
I still held a shard of light and childlike
Belief
On the third night
I fell away from my hopeful disgust
I dreamed of pain but when
I pinched myself I found I was already
Awake
On the fourth night
My heart finally broke
I rushed myself to the ER
My gas pedal glued to the floor
It's a miracle I made it in one piece
On the fifth night
The doctors told me nothing was wrong
I screamed and begged and pleaded
But they wouldn't give me anything to help
They didn't understand 10 out of 10 pain
On the sixth night
I tossed and turned
I refused to sleep
Out of fear my heart might come back
And then leave again
On the seventh night
I remembered my hypochondriac way of life
I held my pillow where my heart used to lie
Each time I sighed or cried I felt some relief
Some faded pain
On the eighth night
I slept without interruptions
I managed to hold everything in
And I didn't  scream in horror
When I awoke in a puddle of tears
On the ninth night
I knew I was fine
I knew everything would not return to normal
But it would become better
On the ninth night
I remembered what
Happy was