I’m scared. My heart shivers
despite the pressure squeezing it ever inward, smaller and smaller till it’s ready to burst.
Each hair on my body tingles with the anxiety blazing across my skin
And even as the tears stream down my face
my pain pales in comparison to yours.
All I have are words–
conveying the hurt
the despair and self-doubt and misunderstanding and hate.
failing to fix it,
to mend you,
to soothe and ease and calm and reassure.
asking more questions
for answers and transparency and honesty and truth.
making it bad
making it worse
making the pain swell and swell…
It consumes you
emphasizing the quiescence
the broken and the empty and the alone
And I feel…cold.