I need something I can stay on top of instead of underneath.
Something I choose to breathe instead of the thing that inhales me.
Something I can commit to.
That induces tunnel vision so I\'m blind to the mud and the blood and the fog that coats the peripherals of my mind.
I want to scream, \"HELP ME.\"
But I don\'t want anyone to hear.
I want them to know instinctively.
I\'m a bird flying into the same glass window repeatedly
and I want someone to be the window, padded with styrofoam, so I don\'t have to break another bone
Because I\'m scared one day it will be the last one I own.