If you knew.
Maybe you do.
If so, you should know.
Like I know.
I sleep and wake up.
It's churning my gut and setting the course for my day.
I am so afraid to speak of it.
I like it and I hate it.
And it hurts; in so many ways, it hurts.
I want you to feel like I feel.
Deal and squeal and reel in the same way,
Pound and yearn and ruin your day.
And still when you sleep,
Wake up to know it might always be this way.