Frustration.

Hours and hours,
And more restless hours.
The days turn into nights,
And the sun into stars.

Tossing and turning,
Heaving and sighing.
Screaming inside,
And getting tired of crying.

No mock condolences,
And no gentle word.
Not a single person says,
What I already haven't heard.

It's enough to shake me up,
Enough to break me down.
Yet there's no relief in falling,
No peace when I'm left to drown.

I'm calling out for help,
I'm dying to defrost.
I'm waiting to be found,
In the middle of where I'm lost.