today i saw you for the last time in what might be forever. i don’t know when we’re going to be in a room together again. i don’t know if we ever will. i’ve been awake since sunday at 10 am and i’m exhausted from studying, from crying, from scabs on my hands, from staring at the back of your head. it’s been over 40 hours since i last slept and i can’t now. i can’t stop thinking about what i’m going to do if i never see you again.

they don’t know how good they’ve all got it. they text you and you’re there. they talk and you talk back. i’m powerless. i’m in a cage. what do any of them know about having you?