Have you ever been so sad it burns?

Have you ever been so sad it burns?

At the bottom of your stomach, it twists and turns.

I feel that way a lot these days.

As I stare out my window pane.

I hear the noise outside the room.

But it never knocks to see me too.

Content with who it has to do.

Not needing someone else to tune.

So I sit here all alone.

Waiting for a thing unknown.

To take the horrid pain away.

And maybe even think to stay.