School, work, home, cry, sleep. Eat more when I actually have an appetite. Cry somemore. Sleep.

It's settling into a routine.

The sun is rising.
Another day is coming.
Without me feeling your being.
My heart feeling nothing.

Shattered hopes, broken dreams
standing in here, scorched by the flames
Sitting, wishing I was lame.
Lying, wanting it to just go away.

The eagle waited to die.
For her heart was already dead.
Too upset to do anything, too upset to eat.
No matter how those brave souls tried to comfort her.
The eagle's heart remained broken.
And the eagle slowly died.