The Things Fear Does

I talked to one of my teachers today with every intent of telling the one thing that is weighing on me. My summer hospital trip. I need to tell someone. Anyone really but this teacher, lets call her Jenny, is the one I trust most. But as always I got sidetracked. By last night, by the window in her room or the way my shirt pulled too tight. What I meant to tell you is I need you. I need to be able to come to you with all the rapid thoughts in my mind, when I can't breathe or think or remember my own name. But I can't. Because as soon as my mouth opens sunshine floats in, drowns out the dark. Reminds me, nobody truly cares. And I end up where I started, a hole in my heart and posion on my lips.
September 17th, 2014 at 05:24pm