Mood depressed

she lies alone.
The quiet is all too deafening. It's all there is.
To one side of her the phone. Talk.
To the other. The computer, chat.
Neither is comforting.

"It doesn't matter" she thinks.
Nothing matters.
Nothing ever will.

Near her, all around her, is the faint scent of despair.
she looks for something to hold onto.
There’s nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing except the silence, the quiet.

"I should get up." she thinks.
"What’s the point?" is what follows.
Her hands tremble.
she wants to cry, but she can't.
It's almost as if she's immune to the situation.

"Stiff upper lip," she thinks "Stiff upper lip"
It doesn't help
Nothing seems to help.

she searches for something more to hold onto. Anything.
All she finds are her thoughts.
They're no help.
All they seem to do is betray her.
As if someone has opened the floodgates,
Millions of gallons of thoughts come rushing into her mind.
she struggles to stay afloat.
she looks for his planking, something to help her stay afloat.

Dreams.
she finds dreams, and holds on to them.
she won't let go. she won't ever let go.

she lies alone.
The quiet is all to deafening. It's all there is.
To one side of her the phone. Talk.
To the other. The computer, chat.
Neither is comforting…