I think I'm fading away.

I blend in with the chipped white walls and bed sheets. I wish I could sink under the mattress and stay there forever, that way I won't be seen and I'll be forgotten.

This is what everybody wants me to do...to fade away. To be erased. Worthless...invisible, nobody cares about you. Nobody ever will.

I don't want to move, not my head, not my mouth, not even my fingers — I want to be numb.

I can't move. If I do, it'll lead me back to where it hurts the most.

Everything leads back to you.

I don't want to see you.

I'll want to live then.

To try harder. To ask you all the questions I still haven't asked, even though I know you'll never give me the answers I want to hear.

And I'm dying now.

I don't want to see you.