"There's something about the night that strips away your shield and helps you cry."

                                                         -Zee

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at night,
i wait until 3am,
and i cry.

it's my breakdown time,
the time where i allow myself to sob,
to scream and cry,
and hit a pillow,
and yell.

but tonight is different,
instead of chaos,
it's an oddly calm tears.

they go down my face,
one by one,
and it feels like a tornado.

i'm slowly picking out the fear,
i am in the eye of the tornado,
as i stare out.

i don't want to be forgotten.

the tornado comes closer,
i step with it,
something is inside,
the feeling is inside,
if i could reach it...
if i could find out what's wrong-

"Just die."
your voice,
the tornado stops,
i know what's wrong,
i am crying,
god no.

you.
you are the tornado.
i feel it pump along my blood,
your words staining it black,
you laughing at me,
until your gone.
you.

you
are
my
tornado.

you
are
my
fear.

you
are
my
monster.

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