for a friend

in a dark room
the hardwood floors underneath me
grains of dirt
stick to the bottom of my feet

in the corner
back and shoulders
touching walls and door
hard
cool
reassuring

my arms wrap around my knees
and i rock
this is me
i am here
i am alone
and i cannot break free

i cannot call you
but i am hoping
you are thinking of me

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Not my best poetry, but it's hard to capture a feeling of depression. I used to do this--sit in the corner of my living room, doing nothing for hours, feeling so depressed that I could not move or call anyone. I have a friend who is going through a tough time in life, and wanted to write something to capture the message that I may not know exactly what my friend is going through, but I have felt alone, depressed, and helpless, and am thinking of my friend constantly.

Love you, friend.