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, …






