An unfamiliar sensation,
I feel like a child lost in the woods.
Searching, seeking a should to cry on,
Or at least a conversation to distract me.
I can't bear it--living with my thoughts.
They taunt me, merciless in their teasing.
I desperately desire the ability to block out
reality.
It keeps crushing in, reminding me
where there was once an "us"
there is now a me.

I wish I could just sleep until things make sense.