perhaps i'll pack my bags and go. to get away from everything that frightens me. god, this fear that rattles on my chest slowly breaks the walls of my lungs and my bones.
i feel like falling apart. i feel like the foundations of what i am is breaking into pieces and i'll rot to the ground. and they will never see how much it destroyed me.
only what is there to be seen, broken in dust. but fear is what i fight for life. it is my drive. it is the root of my thoughts. it what keeps me alive.