The sadness.

The depression. 

The need for food. 

I wish another hour had passed since you left. 

I really need to call you. 

I shouldn’t stay up much later, 

But I don’t really have a choice. 

Maybe I’ll watch something sad,

Just to force the tears out

So I can get past it, and sleep.

Otherwise, we’ll become strangers, again,

Sleep and I.

You are the one person

That has gotten me through the past 5 years of my life.  

I want that to continue. 

I want to share everything with you. 

But, until then… 

I’m going to be suffering. 

Alone.