that uneasy feeling
slowly drifting into old patterns
old thoughts, old actions
slowly drifting away
creeping into that dark place

uneasy, unsteady heart
hurting in private
smiling in public
hurting yourself for some sort of comfort
an uneasy, unsteady heart

things that are better left unsaid
are the worse for the heart
the pain becomes unbearable
unable to cope
unable to breathe
things that are better left unsaid

missing the past
missing the comfort
my happy place
my comfort space
a person, a feeling
gone without a goodbye
gone without a trace
slowly creeping back into that dark place

help