My coldness is evident,
It is so unlikely of me to not care,
But this is how my body and soul react,
To reach that point of dead end
After so many failed attempts.
You are leaving today to be at another place,
But for me you already moved out
On that night of year end.
Tossing and turning but there is no comfort found,
She lays there after midnight ,
No book, hot tea or own hug would calm her down.
All there is to feel: A grave sinking disappointment,
By those conversations which drains her dry;
Or Maybe her own sick mind trolling her life.
How much she wishes to go to sleep,
To get some relief from this chaotic being.
To go to the dream world is all she asks,
Until the final escape will let her pass.