i used to be afraid of dying
but now i am terrified of living
people are terrifying too
but yet so resilient
i have no idea how to be around people without wanting to run away and hide
forever
i am the most sad and the most content
when i am
alone
my hands repetitively shake almost as repetitively as i write about them shaking
i am a garden who used to be planted with a line of beautiful
fruits and vegetables
but now my plants are rotting
almost like me
i am so hurt and broken
that i don’t think my garden will ever blossom again