Depression

I miss the food.
I ate too much, and now I am not so thin.
He was too rude.
I look in a mirror, I can't stand in my own skin.

I miss the sleep.
I saw things, and now I can't face my dreams.
He stayed to creep.
I cry at night, I fear what the vision means.

I miss the friends.
I forgot trust, and now I've pushed them away.
He said it ends.
I hide in corners, I wait for what he will say.

I miss the life.
I used to rule, and now I let him run me.
He holds a knife.
I wait for pain, I know it's my blood I see.