Hot tears roll down my cheeks, onto my pillow.
My hair dampens and sticks to my face.
I can't breathe through my nose, and my throat is raw from sobbing.
How long will it hurt this time?
A day, a year, a month?
Why does it hurt all the same, every time?
I can't take it.
Is there no help, no escape?
How do you go on after you lose everything, everyone?
It may seem like it, but I'm not made of stone.
My heart hurts, and I don't know how to stop it.
I sniffle, and roll over onto my side.
Tomorrow's another day.
Maybe it'll be better then.