Waking up,
in a cold sweat.
Feeling just awful
I've worried myself sick
So sick.
The stress has overcome me and taken me in.
So I lay in my bed.
In the dark
And I wish for my mother,
and the comfort which I most desperately need.
It isn't only the unsettling feeling I have in my stomach
But the unnerving sense I have in my head.
Sick at 3 in the morning makes me tiresome
It makes me feel lonely
It makes me miss home
So I try and fall back asleep
(unsuccessful attempt)
And I get up at 5:45
And I go to school that starts at 7,
Tired, worried, lonely
All from being sick at 3 am.