What's keeping me tied to my bed?
An ache in every bone?
A weight on my chest?
Is it self inflicted?
Does it just hurt too much?
What's motivation?
I can't even pick up the phone
What's a conversation?
Is this all make believe?
The good moments, I mean
A chuckle
A hug
A delighted gasp
Even joy hurts
Get your touch away from me
You know what it does
Why do I still crave you like a ******* drug?
Are you keeping me tied to my bed?
though I wish you were
One look
One word
It's all over
Next comes the days of self pity
And the "I miss you"
And the "I want you"
And the "I want you"
And the "I hate you"
And the "but I still love you"
You don't know the half of it
Or do you?
Or don't you?
I'm really not sure
But I'm sure that I'm pretty ******* sad today
I think I'll stay in bed