For once I did not secretely crave his rescue.
I did not want to be scooped up
And have my pain smoothed over
By kisses.
I wanted to sit alone
Hold my pain in tightened fists
and stare at the wall.
As if I was looking for an answer to my misery.
Staring for another world to hide in but all I saw was a blank slate
And when I pressed my forehead
To the cold paint,
I did not hear an echo
Or a whisper to help solve my problem.
All that there was in this room
Was empty
Including me.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC
For once I did not secretely crave his rescue.
I did not want to be scooped up
And have my pain smoothed over
By kisses.
I wanted to sit alone
Hold my pain in tightened fists
and stare at the wall.
As if I was looking for an answer to my misery.
Staring for another world to hide in but all I saw was a blank slate
And when I pressed my forehead
To the cold paint,
I did not hear an echo
Or a whisper to help solve my problem.
All that there was in this room
Was empty
Including me.
Depression?
