Well, I wrote this just after I came home from councelling, so yeah it is kinda like how i'm feeling. Well home ya enjoy!
There she sat on a large, cushioned chair, listening intently to the words being spoken to her. She was leaning forward, with her elbow resting gently on her left leg. Her body was arched forward and her hand covered her mouth, locking in the secrets to her mind that she desperately longed to tell, but the door to her heart was locked and somebody had thrown away the key. It needed to be found.
Nervously she listened to those words being spoken to her, but they were too 'close to home' for her liking, so she just avoided them with bouts of laughter and ignored the answers she desperately did not want to acknowledge. Then it ended; time to go home.
On the way home she was listening to 'Ain't no sunshine', her favourite, oh sorry I mean MY favourite song. Then it clicked, why this song was my favourite. "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away." That should be, for me at least "Ain't no sunshine when they're gone." They being my family and friends that take away the darkness from my already heavy heart. Then another realisation hit me. If I didn't get this problem sorted, if I didn't sort myself out then it would kill me. No, no, I wouldn't commit suicide or something crazy like that, but it would kill me emotionally, I would be a lonely wreck twisted to be cruel, and mean, and the pain within would never cease. To be honest I don’t know which version is worse living with pain or dying in pain. Well, I guess I have no choice, things MUST get better!