My mind, twist and turns. Just like my body, I toss and turn. Thoughts rush and stop and wonder. I want to be understood. Loved. Not by any other. Tears come rushing. I am cold. You think of me as a nuisance. Someone who keep saying that same mantra. I have lived enough without you. I do not want to go on in this manner. But days are longer and colder and lonelier. What is the point of having diamonds, without you?