Medic

How do you heal your heart? How do you protect your heart without isolating it? Why am I constantly holding my chest, wiping my eyes, curling up on the futon, wondering when the pain will end? Why is this the second night i didn't sleep in my bed because i didn't want to wake up to nobody by my side? I fall asleep with no sentimental good nights. I wake up lacking an embracing good morning. I go through my days with no extended care or concern. I enter my apartment heavy and empty time after time.

I'm sick. Sick of the loneliness. Sick of the emptiness. Sick of the quiet. Sick of sexuality. Sick of love. Sick of emotions. Sick of pain. Sick of need. Sick of desire. Sick of weariness. Sick of trying. Sick of failure. Sick of misfortune. Sick of luck. Sick of me feeling all of these at the same time! I'm just sick and I'm in need of a medic. There's none to be found, so I stay sick...