Can you feel it? The hands of depression curling around your thinning throat, choking you. It's hard to breathe sometimes, isn't it?

Can you feel it? The loneliness that follows in the shadow of aloneness--people you gave up for someone else's sake.

Can you feel it? The anger, justified and unjustified, that pumps through your youthful veins. The sunset is too far away to worry about forgiveness.

Can you feel it? The guilt of letting go and letting the roof of what once-was topple onto their weakened backs. You couldn't do it anymore, you hated it all too much.

Can you feel it? The shame of never being enough, the shame of always being too much.

Can you feel it? The relief as you run away and start again.