The feeling in my chest pumps
My words mean nothing
My thoughts in words are not the meaning
The words have no meaning
They are mere words
It is work to describe what has meaning but it is not these words
Not words
Feelings
Pictures
Images
Pain
Pain of all kinds
Fuzzy images and memories and experiences
Stop
It hurts
My chest
The tears
The chest pain that chokes me
The tears that invisibly lurk behind my eyeballs
They sting just a little
They make me want to hide
Hide and cry
Lay alone
Why do I lay alone
Why
I’m hurting so much
Stop
Stop.
Why do I hurt?
I hurt for no reason more often than not.
No reason
That’s what depression does
There is no reason
There is no cause
Therefore I don’t understand
I’m hurting
I don’t know why
There is no wrong