I Hate You For What You Are.

                                                                                                                                           

                                                        Nights like these, I worry.

My stomach toss and turns, and goosebumps slowly creep to every area of my body.

I feel your presence, whether I want to admit it or not.

I can feel your hair slowly brush against my face, and I quickly move. I try to push your ghost away.

I feel your hand slowly grasping mine. I clench my hands.  Making sure I'm holding onto nothing. No commitments. No home. I look in the mirror, and your eyes are starring me down. I'm beginning to feel broken inside.

 Look what you've done? 

I feel your hands trying to grab at my ankles. I scream. I close my eyes and  try to erase the image. 

I cry. Tears pour down my face. I take a breathe trying to ease the pain. It does nothing.

I don't think anyone has ever been in this state of insanity. This state of loneliness. 

Ever promise is now lies. Every smile makes me cry.  

Every human being is another emotionless walking figure. 

Another fucking emotionless walking figure that I can't stand to look at.

The smiles. The laughs. My head is spinning.

I'm not shaking.

I'm not speaking

I'm not alive.

I fall.