The Pain of Being Alone

Go run and hide, while you bide your time in corners unable to stop the cries of pain you give out like parts of you have died. and all of the bugs and flies are eating at every part you leave behind. so you let out a sigh, on loud, soul piercing sigh that could make the toughest man cry, and weep, and never want to move again. You feel your depression is like a virus, that will fly from person to person so you hide. not wanting to affect those who cried by your side. But wishing you were so close to those who would chide you, tell you to get over it. They say "go outside." feel the fresh air but I know it will burn my face like acid. it will make my skin looked fried. But now I know it wont. and every step you take outside is progress. So there is no reason to hide. Your depression is not contagious. You aren't alone, cause I've tried to beat this by myself, but now I know I'm not alone and that I don't have to hide. By, Brennan Gunster More recent of my poems and my favorite so far.