Draw a bar across my eyes.
I’ll try in vain to block out yours.
I miss the wrinkles in your sheets and pressing my cold feet between yours.
Get up, stupid girl
Get up and get on
Time waits for no one:
Time marches on.
Ah, please, can’t I have a minute?  A moment?  Or several?
I’m not pathetic.  This isn’t the End.
But I want to feel this pain
I want to dwell in misery
I want to wrap myself in emptiness and let Alone seep into my bones
Through my clothes and
Under my skin.
It shalln’t be like this forever --or even more-- for long

I can’t decide which is worse
Sorrow or apathy
I’d tend toward the latter
Because at least with the first, I feel
When indifference comes around
There’s nothing--