A part of me is unable to
reconcile the things that people do.
It has left an imprint on
me, in a deeper way than I’ve ever known.
It was a process that began with a subtle
start, and even after all this searching, there has been no finish.
I rebuke depression. I
rebuke it, because it is not welcome in our lives. Not in this house.
I don’t suffer from it, but what it has done in the lives of others has affected me in a very painful way.
So I look to places like
the Internet to accompany me when I’m all alone in this four-person house.
When Abi's away for the weekend. Even after having friends over... I know it's different. Their presence is not permanent.
I have no idea when this
phase will end, or when this suffering will be
taken away.
I only ask that you be
strong for me, even
as I have been weak in front of you.
I only ask that our
friendship will march on in times like these, that you know you will never be too far away from my thoughts.
I only ask, I only ask for
this much
And is it too much?
Since I’m not the one with depression?
But this is my voice, and these are
my thoughts.
I don’t know.
I just miss my friends and
I don’t know where they are.
