You ask me if I want you out of my life, if you should go My only response is a stifled sob At this moment all I can do is cry. My head is at it again telling me what to do which is not much really. I am a prisoner inside of this body and when I am like this I hand all controls over like an obidiant child. I learnt long ago not to fight or argue because that only hurts people and by people I mean my thoughts and when I say thoughts I mean me. When I am like this I sit and I wait there’s nothing I can do nothing anyone can do except wait.
If I talk to you when I’m like this if I express my thoughts nothing will go right and I will just get hurt