10-14-15 eight days clean - 8:11 pm
Your touch felt so sweet,
So safe.
Your fingertips danced across my arm,
And I realized how secure I feel with you..
The anxiety faded away when you sang
And now your touch is delicate,
Making me feel a thousand things I shouldn't.

But, I still want to cry and hide away,
Destined for my bedroom and nowhere else.
Depression is still here.
Nobody can just make that go away
(And I can't see why people don't understand that..).
- (m.m)