Falling apart. Stitch by stitch it's slowly happening. Does anyone even notice? Probably not. I act fine when I'm around you all, or as fine as i can be. But I'm stuck here, at this place which i should cherish. But i don't. All it does is hurt. Everywhere hurts. Few places feel safe anymore. Little to none. Losing an already lost battle. Picking up the pieces may not be possible. Something already broken long ago cannot be repaired. Thinking too much. Dreaming as i sleep too much of the things that scare me. Lies i may be told things i think of as alright. Slowly becoming nothing but an empty shell. Oh the secrets i keep. If the world only knew. The things that go on inside, all the words dying to be spoken. All sit for a chance that will never come. Falling farther from what once was. Hoping to never hit the bottom of the chasm.