tender scrawls.
43.

tear-stained pillowcases soak my cheeks
as i rest my head and close my eyes.
the darkness burns my eyelids
and i force them open for relief.
i stare at the blackness that falls
around me, near me, in me...
a deep feeling of sadness joins in
and widens the chasm growing in my heart.
the thoughts pulsate within,
with no clear shape or identity,
taking over with vigor
and leaving my defenses ravaged.
i am starving for some comfort
but am too emaciated to give in.
as the gnawing inside me grows,
i blink and succumb to the night
that takes me away.