Nothing exists in this vacuum but me. To the world outside, I am not present. Slipped away somehow, no longer a being with needs and wants and desires and hope and dreams.
I shatter so easily when the words hit me. Total collapse, total devastation. It is nothing to you, and yet I bleed here, slowly dying, alone. Don't break me. I'm so often left by the wayside - in so much agony that you know nothing about, that you don't even want to know about. I'm fragile, do you not know that?
I can't keep doing this anymore. I have to protect myself, I have to hide from you.