there's a reason  he chooses to drink while on medication for anxiety.
there's a reason she shuts herself away, hiding the bruises and cuts she considers part of her repertoire.
there's a sadness there,
a different kind of sad.
one that can't be healed through compromise or benevolence.
it's easy to become lost, compromised within this sadness' depths.
you may think you've escaped its clutch but it's always there.
lurking.
ready to take you.