Depression in an Epidemic

Is it just me in this room

Alone again to consume

the emptiness of this space

Heavy blankets embrace

this empty corpse

dust collects under my only vase

dead flowers cry as

darkness seeps into the flower’s face

Everyone with their masks and gloves have fled

they left the virus to keep me company

but it’s too scared of me, because of the disease that’s already in my head

so i’m alone again because not even a virus wants me

Is it just me in this room

i can’t be alone anymore

why wasn’t i ripped out of the womb

loneliness has diseased my mind leaving me unhinged and hopeless. Can someone want me, anyone, please? My heart is dying and my eyes are dried out, all i have left to give you is this corpse of mine. Is it just me in this room or can you feel the sobs racking my body.