I anticipate that “awkward silence”. A big, black rain cloud moving closer to you, over you, as if all of a sudden, you get soaked and everyone else is dry.
Dear Depression
You completely dominated my life, and I watched, helpless, from a tiny glass room inside my head. You snaked around every part of my brain.
Tears Won’t Come
My eyes sting with the start of tears, but they just don’t want to come out. Maybe letting them all go would help, but would I be able to stop?