• Every night, tears brim, and fall.
    It's all because of him.
    I /Want/ to see him, even one last time.
    I'm almost terrified that I'm losing control.
    I notice I've become distant and depressed.
    Anger swells inside me, and it's /so/ hard to suppress it now.
    I hate feeling this way.
    I feel like a hopeless child clinging onto their mother.
    Thinking of him again, the tears flow freely.
    I'm showing up at school, but it's not the same.
    An apathy for all my classes are consuming me.
    I'm falling into numbness, deeper and deeper.
    The only thing that's still existent of human nature, are these tears that stain my clothes, every night.
    Every night.