I'm ******* terrified.
Paranoia.
Constantly buzzing in my ear.
I cover my face
Lying, telling
myself it's not there.
If I can't see it,
it can't see me, right?
Please.
Don't hurt me.
Don't take from me my only source of sanity.
Looking back,
I can't go through that cycle again.
All of my scars.
I don't see a place for another one.
Hesitance,
takes on an everlasting duel with my instinct
of taking a chance.
That small,
but intelligent,
part of me says, stop.
Run,
Hide,
while you still can.
Wait this one out.
But I'd have to hurt you.
I'd have to hurt you by hurting myself.
Either way i'm *******.
Just for you.
I'll take this chance.
Might I be so bold,
as to say I might love you.