Oh, It Makes Me Sick

I feel sick
And hurt
And a different kind of heartbroken

I try not to think
Try to fill up my every second
With something to do

I have already cried over this
More than my eyes can produce tears

But there comes a point in the night
Where everything is stark
And dim
And for the first time
Quiet

But not good quiet

It’s horrifically silent
And I want to throw up
All of my insides
And fill water bottles with the tears I shed

I cannot run from my feelings
But don’t blame me
When I try