Loneliness
Hurt
Fear
Sadness
I do not wish to know these feelings so intimately again
I do not wish to wake up next to loneliness again
Loneliness doesn't let me leave the bed without carrying him through the day
Out of bed I climb and then we meet Hurt staring at herself in the mirror
She grabs a hold, connected her flesh to mine so that I cannot look in the mirror myself.
Fear, he hits me as I try to get my clothing on.
He knows we will have to be around people soon and is ashamed of Loneliness and Hurt.
Sadness awaits at the coffee pot
Sadness is quiet
She never says much.
I keep my eyes low to meet hers
They are dull and sunken in.
They are two grey blue marbles void of life
The weight of Loneliness, Hurt, Fear, and Sadness is crushing.
This house of depression.
