Poem: Sitting in the Void.

hard it is to breathe with a broken heart
so much real imaginary pain
sensation unexplainable
you know that which you feel
yet you stumble to describe it
my sleep it disturbs
my appetite it stops
heart is beating fine
but I’m convinced something is wrong
I’m healthy but I feel sick
Am I sick in my mind, in my head,
in my heart or all over?
because it hurts all over
I wish I could throw up
But I have not been eating
I wish I could sleep away this misery
But I have not been sleeping.