I know you're scared, it's okay. Confront, survive and walk through it. I'm here, hiding behind every word you're afraid to speak, waiting to be your comfort.
In the beginning, I think I tried alot, more than I should've, to make things right and suddenly everything inside me exhausted into blankness and I didn't feel like trying anymore, keeping it all together felt like a waste of time. Understand that I had drained, drowned myself trying to save you.
And here I am living in a vertigo, surrounded by cashmere and silk and stuffing my mouth with mildew and soft wood that tastes like wet paper. It's a cosmetic concealment of lies and I've burned all the attached smiles.