"everyone's trying to hold me," you say. "everyone's trying to hold me down." you're scratching at your skin like it's a layer that can be shed off. you're clutching at anything that moves, and your eyes are open but you don't see... you don't see anything. you're scaring me.
there, i've said it, finally. you scare me.

but it's only in that short bit of time where it's morning but it still feels like it's night that i allow myself to think. so when i fall asleep, it's not because of exhaustion, but simply because my eyes are too sore to stay open. the lights are on. and they'll be on in the morning, and i'll leave them on throughout the day because i'm still afraid of the dark -
even when it's light out.

your skin is icing over. we're crawling out of our frames, leaving our bodies behind without minds or faces. we've broken bridges, so we can never come back. stand back. i don't want you near me.
i don't want you to be the only thing that's left.