Today I am tired and cold. My hair is still wet from the shower I took two hours ago.
Dinner didn't help my headache, not eve with downing my entire water bottle. One
day I fear my headache will be too strong, and the optimistic voices and my dwind-
ling friends too weak to keep me here.
What does tomorrow have for me to fill this heart collapsing in on itself?
Cough, cough, cough.
And maybe it'll keep beating.