Talk, To me. Tell Me, the things you've kept locked up for weeks. Please, I beg of you to open up. But, As I type this you become more closed off. I Feel, believe it or not I do. I bleed, that too. I won't, Bleed for you though. Not, In that way. I won't, Ruin myself that way yet again. I won't, Betray my hard-won stability for a little relief.