I'm tired of being afraid. I want to be able to paint a picture with my eyes closed, but you are all I see.
Since I can remember, you've been following me. Most of the time I don't even know you're behind me. You always make yourself known. Wrapping yourself around me, whispering into my ear. A constant reminder. Bed time is the worst. You're on top of me, suffocating me. My entire body is paralyzed. Nothing can wake me up. My jaw hurts in the morning from clinching it all night. You come in different forms. The worst being a silhouette of a man. He sits in the corner, next to the window. I'm sitting in the opposite corner. Curled in a ball. Other than this man and myself there is nothing in this room. Where is all my stuff? Why isn't he moving? Black boxes start to slowly fall on top of me. I CANNOT MOVE! I CANNOT BREATHE! No one is there to save me.