Talk.

No.

I really don’t want to talk about it,

Stop.

Why are you insisting, why aren’t you listening to

The words coming out of my mouth?

Alone.

I want to be alone, why are you still here;

Yelling in my ear of ways to fix me.

I’m not a doll you can just glue back together.

You tell me to get out of this slump, you are done

Playing these games. As if depression can be turned

off with a switch.

You don’t seem to understand the entirety of my pain,

But what would you gain from that anyway?

I feel alone. I once thought I was safe in my home,

but then I wasn’t.