Reading Silverstein When I Miss You

I Lay On My Bed, Looking At The Ceiling
Battling The Turmoil In My Heart,
That Strong Under Current Pulling,
Tearing Skin Beneath My Skull,
Testing My Brain......
I Just Want To Have You Here,
And Tell Me It's Going To Be Okay....
So Herbie Pull Out The Book You Bought,

Herbie Sat On The Bed,
Book Against The Piano Noted Wall,
And Started Reading The Words To Me
One By One, Slowly & Calmly
Hoping That It Will Calm Me Down,
As I Continue To Lay In My Bed,
Falling Apart For Not Being Able To Be
Useful or Productive.
I Am Running Out Of Options
I Must Find A Way Somehow
As Herbie Continues To Read For Me