Figure it out

"1:05 AM" it read on my clock. Just five hours before I have to get up, I havn't slept nor eaten these past few days and do I care? No. I miss him, I miss us and what we used to be. I miss our long talks about random things, our binge watching obsessions, I miss his big warm hugs, his beautiful apple green eyes and especially his love. I just miss him. Where did he go? Who knows. Why? Because of me. Since that day I have not moved from my place, people would call and I wouldn't answer because the only call I'm waiting for is the love of my life to tell me he still loves me and that he's back. But no that's surely not the case, I'm stuck in a bunker home living in my asylum like room strapped and straight jacketed to my mind like it's doing weird and crazy things to me, one of them is to drive me to the point where I'm clearly going insane. His brother always trying to help me, little does he know the pain that lies between my eyes to my soul, little does he know that I cry my self to sleep every night hoping and waiting for the one person I want to come and embrace me in a hug I've longed for ages. Little does he know I have to ... Figure it out.