Lord, I’m tired, I can’t find rest,
My heart’s a storm inside my chest.
The one I called my home, my light,
Is out of reach, lost to the night.

He’s someone I can’t hold or keep,
A dream I whisper in my sleep.
I try to move, I try to mend,
But peace begins and ends with him.

And ****, it hurts, it cuts so deep,
A kind of wound that doesn’t sleep.
I want to run, to fall, to scream,
To cry to him like in a dream.

To speak my pain, to feel him near,
Like kids who run when trouble’s near.
But I can’t have that, not this time.
So I just bleed between each rhyme.