if tomorrow you ask how i am,
i'm not sure how i'll respond.
at that precise moment,
i may feel stable,
but in a heartbeat,
i could fade away...
your voice unable to bring me back.
[safe] i don't feel safe.
and it's hard to pinpoint why.
the complexity knocks me
to the ground.
it has little to do with myself
or my surroundings.
it has to do with
everything else,
what hides between shaky breaths.
you ask what triggers me
and i go silent,
because it changes daily,
sometimes by the second.
you usually have
a strong suspicion
when i mask the truth,
when i try to protect you...
i just wish
you would stop asking questions
you already know the answers to.
