Breathe

The Melancholy silence grows thich and even when I catch my breath it doesn't feel right;as if the light could have blinded me and kept me hidden away, when I knew that the darkness was more comforting. I felt the wind blow the chill, the frost grazed my skin with icy fingers. The air choked me and I found it harder to keep my breath, but I no longer cared. I needed to feel something besides the numbness that has enveloped me recently. I know that I'm supposed to be in recovery, yet as each day passes I slowly find myself seeing people go on with their lives and I'm alone standing in the shadows; a stranger in a room of once familiar faces.