A thunderclap.
Rain follows.
A sound like rot
slaps from your hollow chest.

Commuters meerkat,
as you challenge
the Silence.
Prunes for faces,
fleeing you.
Peeling from your presence.

Does it betray you?
An unspoken wall.

I hope you washed your hands.

Miles upon miles,
Riddled with beds.
Tissues and soft hands,
To wipe my tears.
Piles upon piles,
Of blankets and food.
A nice, big bowl
Of serotonin.

Worried sick on the balcony,
Waiting for your return.
Drowning in my tears,
Longing for comforting words.
Screaming into a pillow,
Needing someone to calm me.
Punching the bed,
Expecting someone to hold me back.
Eyeing a razor,
Wishing for someone to hide it away.
Taking my pills,
Looking for some sympathy.
Hiding in my room,
Anticipating a knock on the door.

As much as I need you,
You'll never see me like this.
I don't want my demons
To become yours.

Worries, worries, cramming up my head.
I wish I could just take a break.

But of course it's not easy,
Since everything has been really ******.

Maybe I should just bottle, bottle them in, instead.
Sigh.