I can't get out of bed And by that I mean all my pain and sadness has masqueraded itself as blankets and is holding me to this bed I cannot eat By which I mean The sight of food makes me ill because I am already full of misery And even when I try, The lump in my throat makes it impossible I cannot sleep Because beautiful memories of you keep me up all night, followed by the grief of knowing that it's all over. And when I do sleep I wake up in the middle of the night, Calling your name.