Section 7

Eventually everything is messed up , I am messed up , and you are messed up within me ..

I don't know how to act anymore ,

How to imagine you supporting me upon my weakest ,

To care about my situation ..

To gather my smashed parts , piece by piece so I wouldn't lose either of us ,

I wish I could end this , end your fake existence within me and reclaim myself only .

I don't know if I was angry at you really or about myself ..

You seemed just the only escape I can run to , to release my feelings inside a bag of warmth , as you are the calm that I could never use .