The last ten began on the coldest night of the year
Packing my stuff in the car, holding in the fear
Dying to be alone so I could finally cry the tears
The ones that had built up and up all these years.
My world of security and comfort and home
Stolen in the time it took for him to hang the phone
Never in my life had I felt so alone
How could I pack for an apartment what fit in a home?
I made the worst mistake: I pushed them away
All the people who loved me, asking if I was okay
Ignoring their calls and texts because I had no words to say
Crying in the fetal position, wishing the pain away.
That may have been the closest I was to depressed
My brain, thoughts, and emotions a total mess
Like a computer without the ability to process
The weight, the self-hate, spending nights depressed.
They handed us the new keys
I still couldn’t believe
Rejected the truth I could see
How the fuck could this happen to me?




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