Skittles
I was so alone.
There was nobody to depend on.
Comfort, the affirmation of being loved.  
Loving myself, I couldn’t.  
What was wrong with me?  
Go out.  Go to the movies.  
Have a good time.  
You can’t, can you?  
I cried.  
The phone rang, a friend, not mine.  
Sleep, watch TV, video games, read.  
You can’t escape your loneliness.  
Called a friend, not home? Oh.  
Smile.  Reassure yourself.  
Things aren’t as bad as they seem.  
It’s just a couple of days,  Relax.  
You can’t, can you?  
Stalked around the house.  
It grew dark.  
You wanted it all to be over.  
You wanted the end.  
You searched for it.  A bottle of pills.  
Where were they?  
The cupboard in the bathroom.  
Where?  Your make up bag, in there. 
Unzipped the bag.  Empty.  
Wait, no.  A package of skittles.  
From Mom.
Tears appeared in the crevices of your eyes.  
Took the package and went to watch more TV.  
Don’t be so glum, you are loved.  
Sat down on the couch, pulled a pillow close for your head.  
Another package of skittles.
More tears. Don’t be glum. 
Took the package and went upstairs.  
The fruit bowl, more skittles.  
Took your skittles and went to bed.  
See?  You are loved. 
Cried yourself to sleep.
You don’t want the end.
Neither does Mom.