The Harbour

regret holds me hostage and the ‘almost’ captivates me. i lose myself in a world of ‘what if’ and drown myself in a harbour of sadness; the only happiness i know is when my stomach is empty; the only pride i feel is a body with no food; no calories means i am clean and nobody wants dirty water; i am the harbour of sadness, and i don’t want to ripple the velvet pain of depression.