Think it's time to tell someone but I don't want to, and every person I've told it to is trusted not to. From my legs to my stomach to my throat and my head, I'm failing. Every day now every night, whenever I can, whenever I do, now so frequently and constant it's frightful. I'm going back to my cave. I'm going home to nowhere.
I don't want to be saved,
I just want to sleep, I just want to leave.
-riri-
The signs are clearer now, everything makes sense.
Some days I think I'm dying without believing it.
But knowing the fact that I might over what I keep on doing.
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