Laying on the floor, alone in the dark.
Staring at nothing.
Listening to the thoughts in your head.
The thoughts begin to fill.
They begin to become too much to process.
A question comes up.
"Why am I thinking this?"
A sickening feeling overcomes everything else.
A guilt.
A shame.
Ashamed of the thoughts.
Wondering, "why?"
A sadness starts.
I begin to sit up.
A tear rolls down my cheek.
Thoughts have consumed feelings.
Yet I can't bring myself to say anything.
The feelings are trapped in a bottle.
They're stuck in for so long that eventually they'll burst out.
And I won't be sure who to tell.
So the thoughts are kept, along with a shameful feeling.
