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.