Sometimes…

it feels like there is no way out

And that there is nothing that can be done to alleviate this feeling

And nobody else quite understands

And it can never get better

And you are afraid of what may come

And of how much worse it’s going to get

And sometimes you are right

Sometimes it really does get worse

This indescribable feeling…

That one in the pit of your stomach…

Jealousy with just the right amount of loneliness.

Sometimes that just totally wins.

This feeling is one of those so called “character defects”

But, unlike most of the other ones

You suffer the repercussions of this one

And in the end….

No large enough amount of love from others can help you get rid of this one

In the end…

Only through sitting through it

And feeling it

And taking it

Will

This

Go

Away