i barly eat, i barly sleep
all i do is thinking..
thinking about you..
i miss you.. please come back..
i need you.. right here next to me..
mom is getting worry..
looking on me with worrying eyes..
"why arent you eating..?"
she asks me softly..
all i answer is..
"im sorry.. im not hugnry.."
and she keeps asking..
like wanting me to talk to her..
"does it tast bad..?"
"is it not hot enought..?"
and all i say is.. "im sorry.."