The worst feelings come at day break,

when I wake to ice filling in my stomach.

Throughout the day,

I feel ugly and aged, swept by overwhelming tears

that come to me in waves.

When the evening comes again,

I move with anxious haste

to silence this loneliness

that stir within my wrists.

This heartache proves to be more powerful,

and I feel it all;

this void in my chest,

telling me I deserve this.