Handle with Care

Not Listening

I almost died again last night. 

But, I guess in the morning you'll find out why.

I'm haunted by things I don't want to think. 

I'm not the type to sit here and speak.

To them and lay out my problems. 

With the expectation that they can come here and solve them.

I don't do It for me, 

I do it for you. 

 I enjoy your presence –  I don't want to scare you.

Away from my life, 

 and the space that I crave.

I'm telling you to go, 

 when I want you to stay.