September 14, 2007 at 12:30 pm

Suffering In Silence

The weight pressed down on my chest, as heavy as a sack of wet sand.

In a distance I could hear a radio buzzing out some old Phil Collins track, and the screech of drawers and rattle of hangers as I packed to go away.

I took a deep breath, but the weight didn’t get any lighter. it felt solid and dark. Dark like my room.

I lain awake all night, and even when the morning light had tried to sneak between my curtains.

I rubbed my chest, hoping it might ease the heavy sensation, but it didn’t. Instead I turned over on my side and winced suddenly as the duvet brushed against my grazed knees. Another reminder…

Sinking down on the the edge oh the bath, I looked at my scraped knees and badly chipped toe-nail, and suddenly felt sorry for myself.

It was only then that I started to cry…

• Another good choice
• Little Of Me…
• The Judge
• The last time…
• Need calcium supplement?