It's an endless well that you've fallen into,

feeling a tugging hunger but having no appetite,

taking two steps forward and being pulled five back.

It's seeing every flaw,

though the Earth was made curvy and we see that,

as beauty.

It's having the urge to be gone,

not just on a weekend getaway,

or a slumber party with some buddies;

actually gone.

No one can call, text, or email.

No one can drive over to see how you're doing,

though they could drive to visit your departed spirit.

That kind of gone.

It's wanting to live and wanting to die 

all in one package.

It hurts so deeply that it's indescribable. 

But you're not alone.

No matter how alone you feel or assume you are,

you're not.

Maybe it doesn't seem like you have anyone in this moment,

but I promise you,

it always gets better.

Life requires patience,

it requires love.

And pain demands to be felt.