I'm so good at pretending that I'm strong that I forget to cry.
That others forget I'm also allowed to be weak.
I'm allowed to be fragile and vulnerable, I'm allowed to express my hurt.
I collect myself, I collect feelings of others as well.

I forget to release them, what was yours is now stuck inside me.

Positive and negative, it's all chaos.
A deep cleanse is in order, and I'm terrified to see how thick that water really runs.
If I pull away too soon, I may do more harm than good.
But no more than you already have.
Do I wait? For what?
I'm slowly slipping from branch to branch.
I climbed up too high, and you've cut my security net.

I'm trying to be quiet as to not disrupt others in their journeys.
That theirs started before mine ended, unknowingly? Or worse; Knowingly.

I swept all the lines in my own to start over and now...
I'm traveling in dreams alone.
But they aren't dreams, they're nightmares and this is reality watching you shift the blame, watching you tie the rocks while promising friendship.
I'm slowly sinking and it hurts too much to try to resurface.
I don't even want to anymore, I'm too exhausted.