habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep.
I haven't gotten up in days.
I just lay in bed, writing about all the things that we could've been And all the things we will never be.
Sometimes, I don't even write.
I just put the date on the top, right hand corner of the lined page and let my tears fall, dampening the paper by each droplet.
I haven't eaten since you left.
My mom is getting concerned, but I could see why.
Her daughter is bed bound, won't eat. Can't sleep, and won't talk.
It has been absolute hell since you left
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