Worried sick on the balcony,
Waiting for your return.
Drowning in my tears,
Longing for comforting words.
Screaming into a pillow,
Needing someone to calm me.
Punching the bed,
Expecting someone to hold me back.
Eyeing a razor,
Wishing for someone to hide it away.
Taking my pills,
Looking for some sympathy.
Hiding in my room,
Anticipating a knock on the door.

As much as I need you,
You'll never see me like this.
I don't want my demons
To become yours.