Emotional Torture.

On my own.

I can't take these feelings on my own for I'm not as calm as I seem, I share so much and yet all of that is merely the surface of what's laying heavy on my heart, the weight I drag around, tied tightly around my ankles as I try to survive and walk with you as if everything is okay.

I don't want to be the burden I know I am, the dark storm that'll suck up the positivity in any room I enter. I don't want you to worry about what you to say to me, wondering if I'll overthink myself into another unnecessary scenario that very night.

For that, for the sake of you and your stability I won't share. I'll protect us both by keeping everything in and trying my best to ignore your knock on my door. I don't want you to try and tear me away from my own thoughts because they'll hurt you too. It's a disease that I don't want to spread.

I know you probably figured out something is wrong at this point yet you'll have to stay away, you'll have to see me struggle from a distance because I don't want to lay it all on you. I won't use you as a vessel for my bad thoughts.

Please, stay away. Let me have my time, on my own.