My world is coming apart. Two plus two equals four suddenly doesn't make sense anymore.
Stories and words make me want to vomit and the tears from my eyes threaten to start up once more.
My bed is beckoning my body to just lay there once more and let the world melt away. To sleep away my problems for a few hours. To act like I'm my own person and I don't depend on everyone else in my life.
I wish you could see what you're doing to me.
I wish you could look at me and feel everything you're putting me through.
This is a punishment worse than death.
Please don't leave me.
