Sadness

The feeling of loneliness blankets me like a quilt tucking me in. I lay next to you with a mile of distance between us. It doesn’t feel like it’s the same bed, same room, or even same existence all together. I know you’re just as upset, though I lay here, back turned to you, trying not to cry because I don’t want my sorrow to cause more annoyance than I’ve already created. It’s times like these that I imagine cutting myself deep, falling from high, or letting myself submerge. If I didn’t exist maybe, you could be happier. For now, I’ll continue to whimper to myself.