she thinks i think she cannot see me
so she talks to the trees
she comes here looking for me
when she comes here, she talks to the trees
As I sit I can still feel my body shaking and my knees bleed through my jeans. Scars of how weak a human being I am. They tell me to relax. They tell me not to think. They tell me to rest. They tell me not to worry. They tell me to just let go. But what am I without my thoughts. What am I without my guilt. What am I without my fear. What am I without my rage. What am I without my doubts. What am I without my anxiety. I still hear footsteps behind my back. I know they're chasing after me.
