You know?

You know that pit?

The one that eats into your stomach

Making tiny pinprick holes

Every time you see

Their pages

And tweets

And snaps

And posts

That don’t include you?

You know that silence?

The one that follows the confrontations

You’re brave so you don’t sit back

And take their shit

No you stand tall and tell them how it feels

But every-time they still don’t hear you

And you are again the mat they step on

The reliable mat

That will always be there, no matter what

You know that anger?

As you block out them

And their noise

And their vibrant lives.

But when you do

You block out the

One part of yourself

You maybe

Liked?

You know that hole?

The one you crawled into

It was so dark

And warm

And comforting

You couldn’t see yourself

Or really anything

So why is it

That now you can’t seem to get out?

You know that girl?

The one who you knew so well

Oh you knew everything about her

She was an open book

An easy read

But now she’s lying at the bottom of that hole

With a pit and an anger and a silence

That is consuming her

From the inside

And she can’t get out

And she can’t get out

And she can’t get out

And she can’t get out

Without help.