Affliction

These four walls, they give me safety, yet they bring me solitude. The light is fading from my window view, and the growing darkness becomes more apparent. The only remaining source is the screen of my computer, playing a soulful song that speaks to me. 

My bed is my haven, yet it is my prison. I cannot bring myself to move from it, yet I yearn to be with others. Everything tastes like ash, my appetite is nonexistent. Anxiety is crippling, loneliness is suffocating. A spiral downward, this is my curse and burden. 

A sigh, a constant reminder that I give myself, as this is my entire fault. I am alone. I am completely and utterly alone. And this is my fault. All of my fault.