Forsaken once again.
With nothing but my torturous thoughts to accompany me
Reality and nightmares ceased to lack resemblance.
My worst fears had become my truth.
But somehow I was content.
Content with identifying my inner sorrows as my most loyal companion.
Not because I enjoyed the grief it brought upon my weary soul,
But because it was the only thing I could trust.
It was the only thing that would, at no time, desert me,
Like the others had unintentionally done.
I could pace the grounds of Tokyo,
Or roam the cities of Italy,
My life consuming depression would always shadow me.
And in a sick twisted way the never ending, soul crushing, agonizing ache that was Held in the depths of my destitute heart,
Made me feel slightly less
Originally published in the 2013-2014 edition of Outside In.