would you believe me
if i spoke to you
in a sleepless haze
about the demons
that were coming for me?
because i cannot speak to anyone,
no professional or familiar.
they do not believe
in the way that i do,
and they don't feel the night
like you do.

what is going on in my head?
i can't breathe this morning
but i am full of life tomorrow.
i feel my brain collapse into itself
as i collapse into the floor
and into my own blood and tears.