I cried into her shoulder
I expressed my fears
I became silent

Picture a ladder
she says.
Now imagine a ladder
that has been used
time and time again
for someone to reach the roof
even if for just a second.
What happens to the ladder?

It breaks.

Exactly.
Your ladder isn't made of
S T E E L
She can't be expected
to stay strong for
your own purposes.

Send the ladder to get fixed.
give her some repair time.
She's not one to leave you.

But I'm scared
I choke

I know you are.
We're all scared.
We all fear something.

But don't run.
You can't run.
I won't write your eulogy
Because I don't want to
imagine a world without you.

If you listen in the silence,
you hear the voices,
whispering dark things.
Not everyone can hear their
iniquitous murmurs, heavy with danger.
You'll hear the secrets of the past,
the lies of the present,
and the ideas of the future.
but no voice is without a body,
and when you start noticing them,
they'll start noticing you.

I don't love him.     I don't love him.     I don't love him.
He hurt me.             He hurt me.             He hurt me.
Breathe.                     Breathe.                    Breathe.