Torture

She's been feeling uneasy for....three months now? And tonight she just doesn't feel like sleeping. She's unhappy, for sure. She's alive though her soul is rested somewhere God knows.

She lies in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Hoping for something God knows what. Then she sits up. Wondering...breathing...

She wants to get over whatever feelings she has now. How... Her mind is restless. She's tempted to take the pills..again.

Tomorrow is another day.