Sleepless night of tossing and turning,
mind racing and stomach churning,
sweat keeping me up from upcoming events,
the couch is uncomfortable and the cushions are extremely dense,
it’s like sleeping on stones knowing that in reality I’m all alone,
conversations over the phone spoken loud enough to hear through the door,
words that cut deep make the tears that much harder to ignore,
if I stumble as I get up,
does the pain knock me back down,
does my weakness make me a punk,
am I so blind to reality that I’m destined to drown,
it’s important for me to grab my keys and leave,
rushing to get out so bad that I put my head in my shirt sleeve,
I have to calm down and breathe,
gather myself before things begin to get worse,
or at least before they start.