Do you ever feel like... like someone’s always there?
Even when you're alone?
I do. All the time.
It’s like the shadow— its quiet, creeping, never speaking— just watching.
I whisper to myself sometimes...
"Stalker, stalker, why do you follow me?"
Everywhere I turn there you are.
Silent steps behind me.
Corners I don’t even glance at anymore because I know you’re there.
I can feel your breath, hear your whispers, even when no one else can.
I’ve tried everything.
Running. Screaming.
Pretending you’re not real.
But you don’t leave.
You know too much.
You know me.
My secrets. My past. The parts of me I never wanted anyone to see.
And you use it.
Like this twisted game where I’m always losing.
I’m exhausted.
Tired of glancing over my shoulder.
Tired of hiding, of feeling like prey.
Why won’t you let me go?
Why can’t I just breathe without you choking the air around me?
You’ve had your claws in me for so long,
I can’t tell where you end and I begin.
I keep saying I’m strong—because I have to be.
But the truth?
I’m scared.
So scared I don’t even know who I am anymore.
How much longer can I take this?
How much longer can I pretend to be okay?
Stalker… please.
Haven’t you taken enough?
Let me live. Let me speak.
Let me go.
©hopelesslyyinlovee
