Unusual dreams have been followed by a case of the Mondays
I've not been myself, lost in a world that is unfamiliarly memorable
Heart pound in my throat for the sake of throbbing alone, out of place

Awkwardness Waywardness Nervousness Loneliness Tiredness

Turned away in the speechless language of unanswered phone calls
Only returned when a heart is hurting or a heart is lonely, one way street

Worthlessness

Beaten breathless bloody and blue battle by battle blow by blow
Eat or slowly diminish destroying each organ hooked to machines

Brokenness

No fight is left inside this body
No light is left to be turned on
No hope left to flame the candle
No peace left to poke the coals

This body is dying
The soul is hiding
This mind is dimming
The heart is crying