ELOQUENCE

my sadness envelopes me more

I try and tell myself "you're not alone", yet when I get in bed at night, my sadness envelopes me rather than my blankets. And my head is propped up by a monster of thoughts rather than my pillow. And by the weight in my chest, it feels as if the mattress is laying on top of me rather than the latter. And all I know through this confusion is when I sit up and take a look around the only person there, is me. And the only person who cares, is me. And the only person who understands, is me. And gosh, am I alone.

-g.h.