She was awake
Afraid of tomorrow
Unpredictable, exhausting, haunting

He was asleep
Ignorant to her pain
Dazed, unaware, serene

I am she
I have this luminous haunting stress hurting my head

I shouldn't think about my distraction, he doesn't want me
I shouldn't think about he, it hurts my heart
I don't want to think about school, who does?
Food has become merely a necessity
Sleep is the enemy, I will dream about everything hurting my head
Relaxation is inaccessible
Loved ones can numb the pain, until it creeps it's way back

I'm losing sight of a way out