Staring Blankly Into Empty Spaces

Staring blankly into empty spaces,

Remembering faces

I prefer to stand in front of mirrors

with the lights out,

So I don’t have to close my eyes

Quick into a depression,

They never call, they never text

I’m coping; I’m not comfortable

Coping is not comfortable

Sitting in insomnia,

Staring into empty space

It’s okay; eventually, I’ll pass out

I drink, washing away the pain -

The depression and anxiety

Sitting with music on loud

In pain, I scream it out

Awoken by alarms -

Early to make it in time for work,

The dread sets in a heartbeat