Four Walls

I take a step inside and gently close the door behind me. As soon as I am left alone within the four walls of my bedroom, I slowly start to break down. My mind then replays the events of the day, the things I did, the food I ate, the words I said - the images start to spin so quickly that my head hurts, and involuntarily, both of my hands find their usual spot on both sides of my head, squeezing it with all my might.

My energy eventually runs out. Soon I find myself just sitting, staring into space, as my eyes clog up. But I don't cry.