Fear. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Please don’t. Leave me alone, I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go.

Hold my hand. Don’t let go. It eats me alive, yet keeps me going. Don’t tell me it will be okay. I know it will. But what if it won’t?

I know when to speak. It speaks for me. Stop shaking maybe it’s okay. Why am I like this? Why do I let it bother me?

Please don’t leave me. Please come here. Stay with me. Maybe you should go. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I love you. I’m sure I do.