I sit, shaking
Wanting to run
I know the answers to the questions on your clipboard
But the words won't come
This is the vessel to better
They said
But how do I give form to the demons and ghosts that live in my head?
How I yearn to die
But I have to survive
For them
Your words swirl and vibrate the floor
I tell you something but you want more
The abuse and feeling small
And how I went years without feeling at all
I did things to push everyone away
I knew when they knew the truth they would just look at me in that way
Pity and fake understanding
And when you see true darkness it makes itself stay
Like the stain on this carpet that never really goes away.