alone
in the quiet
alone
in the morning

the dawn
clawing up
spreading
sallow fingers

alone
with the tears
alone
with the sun

the day
stretching on
dragging
the hours by

alone
with the fears
alone
with the day

the night
sneaking in
swallowing
thankless day

alone
with the years
alone
in the night


i'm lonely. I have daniel, but hes all i have this summer. I miss my family. I don't know what i was thinking, staying up here all by myself. I feel half tharn most of the time. I can't read. I sleep so much. this is not good. I just need friends, i need to not feel alone. I want to go home. I want to go home now.

"my heart is in the frost"
~ Richard Adams, Watership Down

I wish someone could help me. I'm tired of shedding these tears onto my computer screen. But no, there is nothing that can cure this illness, but time. only the passing of these next eight weeks will heal this darkness.
I'm scared of falling into the sad-tired ren of before medicine. I can't function right anymore. I'm not a happy person.
I'm not eating right anymore. I don't feel hungry. i don't want food.
I feel hollow, empty, bone dry.