Small

My eyes are smaller this morning, not because I willed them to be, but you can't help what crying to sleep does to you.  I wish I didn't have to.  I wish a lot of things, but it doesn't make anything better.  I almost feel envious of these other girls here who are happily waiting 39, 51, 112 days to see their other halves.  Still feeling chaotic from last night, thoughts gnawing and trying to push their way out.  I won't hold up for long, but I won't break down, either.  Writing is my only release, but it shouldn't have to be.

But in the end, what leaves you broken
In the end, makes you better, yeah

Plumb - Better