I feel profoundly alone. I don't know why.
Three insane dreams about my mom (long gone but never forgotten). I don't know why.
The sobs wouldn't stop last night. I don't know why.
My chest hurts. I don't know why.
I throw up nearly every time I eat. I don't know why.
There aren't enough hours in my day. I don't know why.
My closest friends. Well there are so few. I don't know why.
No one has ever fallen in love with me. I don't know why.
I make decent money and yet I am poor. I don't know why.
So many people care about me. I don't know why.
I believe I have something to say. I don't know why.
My family understands me the least. I don't know why.
My health has grown fragile. I don't know why.
Every day I think about death. I don't know why.
It is hard to manage depression and anxiety. I don't know why.
It feels so much better just to put this in writing. I don't know why.
2 comments:
You have friends who will listen (whether you know why or not).
Thank you, friend. I know that to be true! It felt good to purge. The light at the end of the tunnel is just daylight!
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