Complexity

Dry

Everything was dry.
My eyes, from lack of sleep.
My mouth, from lack of food and water.

My heart, from lack of contact with people who cared.

I shut them out, so I could continue to punish myself.

I shut out my best friend, ripped our friendship to shreds.

They were only trying to help me, and make sure I wasn't dead.

My lungs were dry.

I could hardly breathe from the cold that I felt inside.

My brain was dry.

Thinking of only one thing: How else can I try to hurt without dying, to embarrass myself by crying?

My emotions were dry.

Apathetic, and pathetic.

I only felt sad, bad, mad.

I never felt glad, rad, plaid.

My friends were moving on without me.

Lost in a sorrowful sea, but the sea is dry.

The rivers don't flow.

My skin was pale, bones hollow, I didn't glow.

Lost my feelings, friends, family too.

Now I want it all back, want to rewind.

After a drought, recovery takes time.

I just want to stand and say that I'm okay now. But I know that's not true. I just regret that I lost you.