“𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏.”
“I feed my depression with sad songs
and poetry,
so that maybe it will allow me
small moments
where it might sleep inside my chest
where I can be entirely alone.”
The chill of heat in my chest forced an inward sigh.
He was awake, and he craved
to hear the sobs
claw themselves from
me.
There are no words to describe the feeling of
sadness creeping in.