Dirty Dishes

As the voices in my head got evil, the dishes were starting to pile up.
Just how I handle my problems, I hide them.
That's what I did with the plates.
Out of sight, out of mind mindset kind of vibe.
For days they start to disappear.
Once I begin to feel better that's when you scream for the missing things.
Guilt takes over and I'm ashamed for what I've done.
You belittle me making it even harder for me to walk out of my door.
I freeze up and back into the hole I go.

How can I tell you that I'm not lazy.
I'm not nasty.
I'm not gross.
I'm lost.
I'm depressed.
I'm lonely.

I accept the fact that you will never understand but just because I accept it doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt.

I'm sorry.