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.