I think that god and I
have a lot in common.

For example
he doesn't believe in me

either.

A house that’s just a little bit too clean
beds that are always made
several empty bottles of beer and wine
walls that appear to trap anyone who comes near.

A mother sitting upright, wide awake at 4 in the morning
an anxious dog who paces in the kitchen all night
a weary father who feels older than he should
     and just wants to rest.
Several phones nearby just in case.

The youngest upstairs hiding in her room
        unable to understand.
The eldest moved away
    focusing her thoughts on anything else.
Empty pill bottles strewn around the house
     like christmas lights.
Air so thick breathing almost becomes impossible.

The middle child gone
    maybe in jail
    or the hospital
    or perfectly fine.

Kisses the needles left seen visibly on her arms.
Something eating away at her mind and her soul.

Empty promises of a better future
    swirl in circles with the ******
        in her black and blue veins.

I will leave the light on.

I remember you liked it left on
when we were kids
and it got too dark for sleep to come.

But now
waiting up all night
for you to come home
has become too exhausting.

So find comfort in that light
like you once did.
For sleep must come to me
before I lose myself.

Or continue on
your reckless path
into that
dark
night.

You used me for a lot of things
But I let you
Thinking you'd thank me
You never did.

Depression is like a shadow
When is seems no one is there for me
It always seems to be there
It holds me in its arms
Whispers in one ear that things will be okay
Then
Just as I start to believe
It turns to the other ear
And whispers
"Nothing will ever be okay again"

I desperately needed a friend
You desperately needed to be more than friends
I guess we got lost somewhere in between