This house

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.