As I sit here in the dark, alone in my room, I close my eyes and think, "what if I go blind?"
Will I be able to unsee all the scars you caused?
I bring my hands to my ears and shut them, "what if I go deaf?"
Will I be able to block every single harsh word, every name you called me?
I whimper and put my hand on top of my mouth, "what if I go mute?" Will I ever stop myself from whispering your name?
And lastly I look down at my hands, will I ever stop myself from writing about you?
