What is this, I feel?

Tears fall
gentley, like the delicate snow flakes of winter
Disappearing when they hit the ground.
Melting.

Voice raspy.
Mouth dry.

Why does this happen?
I am not good enough.
What can I say.

Rolled up, like an unborn child.
Sinking into a worn out
cushion, looking out the frosted window.
Eyes glazed over with frozen tears.

Am I depressed?
No, I couldn't be.
My life's good, some people have it worse.
But why? what is this that I feel?
Why on earth is it so real.

I need you to
Help
Save &
Love
Me.