She’s in your head, they tell me.
Relax.

Tomorrow is a new day.
Sigh...

Take a deep breath.
It’s all going to be alright.
She’ll go away soon.

But they don’t know,
That she makes my heart break.
Like a plate that she has tossed on the floor.

That she makes me cry myself to sleep every night,
Laying on my wet pillow, as if it’s a wet rag,
Soaked with all my tears.

Why do you sleep all the time?
You’re so lazy, they say.
But I’m not lazy,  she’s making me sad.

When I sleep,
She goes away,
Like the cotton candy that dissolves in a young child’s mouth.

I dream of being young again.
Not having a care in the world,
Just candy, and toys.
Then, just for a little while,
I wouldn’t think of the bad person she is.

But I know when I wake, she’ll be back,
And she’ll make me sad again.
Yet, life will continue to go on.