overflooded with questions in me,
telling myself false stories,
perhaps my suffering wont be so unbearable in the future,
i tell myself.
but yet again,
i know the truth,
the truth i blind myself from.
the truth i cant bear hearing,
yet it crawls around in the corner of my eye.
I turn away,
i need to seem sane,
i need to seem sure of myself,
i cant sacrifice that.
