Corners

Can you, yourself, say you're happy enough as you are?

If you answered no, well it doesn't actually matter anyway.
Most people probably did.

And anyway, the only sure-fire way to be happy is to be safe, isn't to be that at all.
I don't know, it doesn't really matter.
Just...hide in those corners and keep your back against the wall.
Keep safe, keep silent, okay?
Keep quiet, and you're good.

I speak, but the words echo back in my head sounding automatic and empty.

I can't even bring myself to say it

I keep having dreams, see, or maybe nightmares, and they're haunting just as bad as reality.

I could hold my head and cry, screaming, biting my cheeks, squeezing my eyes shut tight,

but I won't.
It's revolting, really. Thinking about it.

My skin itches, my head aches, noisy little chatter won't stop, see, and it's really not fun.
So I scratch the itch, but that doesn't help. Deeper. I need to put pressure on it, right?
Put some pressure on, let some pressure out.

I could cry, and hold my head, screaming, biting the inside of my cheeks, squeezing my eyes shut tight.
But I won't, because I'll just stop thinking and it might go away.

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It would figure, wouldn't it, that the people I care about leave me eventually.

Why don't you just kill me off, then?
Tear the skin off my bones and let the blood fall out.
I wasn't going to feel anything anymore, and then there you were. And you saved me, pulled me back, and made me smile. You promised me forever, but I didn't get very long, did I?

You are Fleeting.

Oh, you sad soul, you.
Haven't you heard?

It's the fearless man who jumps.

Explorer

Be cautious, there could be snakes.
And that's good life advice, right there, if you learn to look past the words. But not past them, rather, into them.

But don't

Yeah, whatever.
Go drown yourself.