I want to disappear.

No, I don't want to die.

I just want to run off.

Hide.

No one notices that i'm cowering in fear.

I'm a master at faking reality.

It's not their fault i'm broken.

Not their fault I believe all of their lies.

No.

I can't let anyone inside.

The less they know, the better.

If I let them in...

Would they stay?

Or would they run away?

Stop.

Best to keep them at arm's length.

No one will get hurt that way.

I just have to trudge on.

But...

I'm slowly draining.

I'm standing on a fine line.

Where I have to make a choice...

I can see how much more I can take.

Or...

I could finally let myself...

Break.