I Am Tired Of Crying Myself To Sleep

another night full of tears. no matter what I tell myself, the hurt never fades. its 6 in the morning and the pain doesn't numb.

nobody but my pillow understands the grinding my heart is going through. as blood pour down my eyes, water has run out.

I comfort myself, telling this too shall pass. Even Shakespeare sounds phony, since it has been more than a month and a half.

I see a ray of sunshine for moments, between these clouds of gloom. it passes to quick, giving hope, then pushes me deeper than before into a marsh of pain.

I ask myself, will this ever stop.