𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻
Of one's nightmares becoming real
Is worse than one would imagine
Like a true Shakespearan love story,
Sick and tragic.
Imagine starting all over again
No friends, just my loneliness and I
It would be my doom and the death of my disguise
I swear to it all, I will crumple under ashes
Under boulders of a wreaking havoc and die
If I were it all to start again
My biggest nightmare, Being alone,
Parting towards the unknown, with no one with you
My scariest, most lucid and livid dream
To be so afraid, crying all over again
Just like when I was younger,
Panic attacks in the school bathroom
Tears staining my cheeks with no one ever knowing
No one ever seeing
Just like only so little ago
Self harming and self doubt and not being able
To expand my small circle and make a friend
Smiling through my pain and through my ache
For all those little days and long lasting hours I spent alone.
It has become my biggest nightmare to start all over again.
Helpless, hopeless towards and for the rest of the year.
I am not alone this time.
I have someone by my side in the start of this ride.
But what if they leave?
I'm not prepared to start again. Not this time.
God, I beg you, please.
I cannot be alone. It will be my death.
I pray and I beg, I offer it all just...
To not be alone.
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