Broken hearted

Broken hearted. All alone.
No one calling on the phone.
Friend around try to support.
They all want a new report.
Head hangs low. Try not to cry.
Bite my lip and ask Him why.
Don't want to eat. Not a bite.
So angry. Looking for a fight.
Can't dream. Can't sleep. Just lie awake.
Pray thee Lord my soul to take.
Days flow together. Weeks. Months.
Try not to focus on the bad.
Hard to pretend to be glad.
I see your face. Arms. Lips.
Memory of your hands, my hips.
Wasn't all too long ago.
It's why pain engulfs me so.

I bet you can tell what kind of mood I've been in today. Maybe something happy will happen...soon.