The colour is blue

Written for the Daily Prompt: Singing the blues

I take myself somewhere where I can be alone.  Standing up, I fall back, get caught by a wall, shrink to the floor, forehead to knees,  I cry, and cry and cry and cry from a deep place.  I cry until I look so terrible, that I look like something I feel so sorry for I could cry.  And then I cry some more.  Then I get into bed, curl up head under the covers and cry myself to sleep.  Its a good feeling in a strange way.  Much better than feeling sore deep in the gills.  Always wake up feeling better.