To be miserable,
is to have regret sit on your shoulder
weighing you down with unforgiving reminders
it's to have shame sit at your feet
staring wide-eyed
it's to realize there's no one you can run to, no one you can trust, no one you can talk to

that even in a new place,
self-loathing is what fills the silence

To be miserable,
is to be heartbroken
is to be silenced
is to be forgotten
is to be erased