Such a pretty shape.

Such a lonely life.

The blackness.

When it takes hold

it seldom lets you go easily.

You struggle.

Alone. Solitary.

Weep in silence,

watching the tears

carve into your cheeks

like waterfalls following

the same paths;

day in, day out.

And you smile.

You hide.

Headaches worsen,

relationships flounder.

And you drown.

And you drown.