Why am I so scared and confused?
Why do thoughts of you make me want to run?
I want to run away; far away from here.
I’m scared of the future;
I’m terrified of what is to come.
I cannot accept it.
I will not accept it.
I am but a cool breeze on a hot summer’s day.
I am there and then I am gone.
I change with the seasons.
I am predictable, yet so very unpredictable.
Why is it when I think of you, I want to hide?
Thoughts of you dance through my head.
They ignite my neurons like wildfire.
Cortisol courses through my veins.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I cannot pull myself out of the past.
The way I feel right now is undeniably awful.
I cannot think straight.
I’m not here anymore.