My room.

I lay in this room, Staring at the ceiling.
Catching tear drops on the tip of my thumb.
My long hair spread around my pillow.
This is the only time I feel at peace When I lay in this room.
When I stare at a blank ceiling, 
I just can't look anywhere else.
For if I do, I'm afraid Of what i might see.
I could see my depression hiding under my bed.
I could see my anxiety that has escaped from inside my head.
I could see my insecurities plastered on the wall.
I could see my pools of my tears on my bedroom floor.
Or worst of all...
I could see my reflection in the mirror.
One of my biggest fears.
Seeing my self, Seeing my eyes full of pain, ready to shed another tear.
I fear that if I look in that mirror, I have let my depression take over once and for all.