I Hoard My Interests, I'm Too Afraid To Tell Others For Fear Of What They Might Say, In My Mouth Under

I hoard my interests, I'm too afraid to tell others for fear of what they might say, in my mouth under my tongue. They are as heavy as stones. My jaw aches.

There's a beauty in being forgotten. If only I could find it.

I told you I can't sleep. It feels like I'm having a perpetual panic attack that won't stop. I can't breathe, I can't think. Nothing wrong has happened, but my brain is trying to convince me I've broken everything.

I hurt.

Nothing so beautiful could ever be so sweet unless it rots your teeth, kills your beast, and swells your feet.

I think my dad stopped loving me the day he realized I was turning into him.

We talk about needing love as children but what about the children who grew up with love but had it taken away as soon as their parents realized they were more like themselves than they could love.