A piece of mind

It's 1:03am. You can't sleep. You think and you think and you think. And it's all that thinking that keeps you awake. Keeps your brain in a mess.

And then you go to work the next day. Exhausted. You try, but you don't get far. And you see people. Then you see that face. And you can't eat. You can't move. You can only pretend.

It's not working. And you hope it will not last.