What scares me is that I'm okay.
Not in a way that everything's good and everything's great.
Because it's not.
I feel hollow.
I can't escape this empty feeling inside me.
But what makes the feeling worse is that I have no one to confide in.
So that's why I keep it inside.
I need to let these monsters out.
These voices speak.
Because keeping it in is like slowly releasing a toxin into my blood stream.
You don't notice the happenings.
But it's there.
Destroying the inside of your body bit by bit.
And one day your body's just going to have enough.
And die.
My head is the jar which seeps the poison into my skin.
And that's going to be the cause of my death.
I'm going to die at my own hands
Because I had nobody to talk to.
And you could say I had you,
But if I truly had you
You would asked me about what's going on in my mind by now.
You'd have known exactly how I felt, had I had you.
And that's the sad truth.
And that's what scares me.
