Silent.
Can't eat.
Can't sleep.
Hoping you'll just show up.
Can't move.
Can't think.
Thinking hurts too much.
Came out of nowhere.
Consumes my mind.
Lying in bed.
All day.
Becoming the furniture.
Waiting.
For what?
For who?
Who is you.
All day.
Please come.
I have become part of the furniture.
-Beaskie
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