I try to fall asleep again. I know I can't. Why do I even try?
In my dreams, I am with him.
Sometimes I'm happy. Sometimes I'm sad.
Once in a while I am scared.
A couple of times I was happy.
Today I need a happy dream. Maybe a memory.
I need it to keep my going.
There is a pain in my wrist. I don't care. It's always there.
It's not as strong as the pain in my heart.
I would cut my skin until all that was left was skin, muscle, and bone.
Just so I wouldn't feel anymore of this pain in my heart.
