I detest when people ask: are you OK?
It gets even worse when it proceeds to: what's going on?
I avoid the answer to these questions, for their answer is neither clear nor joyful.
I wish they would never ask
I wish they would just stay quiet

They think they know what I have
They think they know what I need


I don't need their attention
I don't want their attention



I Just want to be in an empty room...




Where the only sound is the echo of my thoughts...





And I don't have to talk...  






Or think...                                                  







Or move...                                                          ­              











But they come back....      







They pressure...




They stare....



They judge.....


I want them to leave.


I don't want them to wonder about me.












Leave                                            ­          













Leave me alone.                                            














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Stop torturing me.                                        





















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Only then can I torture myself                            
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