Sleep

You turn around and hope the one on the other side of the bedroom doesn't here you cry in the middle of the night. All you want to do is get up and just walk out of the house and die like a dog, but there is someone else in the room who will wake up from every sound you make, so you turn around and let the tears flow down your cheeks, trying to control your breath. At 6am, you finally fall asleep, hoping not the wake up at all. But here I am and it is another day.