This distance is killing me.
The pain that i feel numbs me.
Slow, quiet death. No one will ever know.
I wish i could talk it out. Tell him how i feel, what i think, but I'm scared that if i do, I'll push him away. Him and everyone. Wait a minute. Isn't that what I've always wanted? I don't want everyone around. I don't want my thoughts to be heard and my words to be listened to. I want to be left alone in the rain. I want the water to soak me, cleanse me of all my impurities, my sins. The water will never be clean again. I have stained it.
And for that, I am sorry.
I have pushed myself into silence. Martin Luther King Jr said that