A Green Chair

You're sitting there. Alone. In a chair that's green. And the thoughts won't stop coming. And they are scary and bad. And you had been ignoring the sadness but now it begins to seep in. And you are hopeless and it's so hard to distract yourself. You're sitting there and the pain seeps into your body and you con't stop it. No control. You want the control though. The green chair swallows you and every new thought hurts more than the last. So all you can do is sit there. Alone. Thinking of how the green of the chair is the same green of a shirt your old best friend used to wear. And across the room is a broken bottle that used to mean so much. But now it is empty like you. And it represents the people who broke it. When they were trying to break you. Again. Everything in the room brings another thought. Another memory. Another bad thing. And closing your eyes or moving rooms or houses or cities or countries won't help. The pain follows you. Even if you leave behind the green chair.