These Things Will Never Be Okay.

How can it be that as I sit here, you're not beside me?
That when I wake up from a restless sleep, there is only the cold side of the bed, untouched, your ghost refusing to crease the sheets.
I look for you wherever I go, seeking you out, searching desperately through the crowd. But...

The Monster.

The monster came back today. You were doing well, almost three months without letting him back in, even though there were times when he stood knocking at the door.
But you stayed strong, and refused him entry.

Today, your defences came crumbling down - brick by brick, stone by stone - until there was...