Nowhere's safe without you.

This place is full of ghosts
and I'm shaking and shivering,
not just from the cold.

This is where I felt safe,
perched on a picnic bench
or getting lost in trails nearby.

And on that day in July,
waiting for the worst to pass,
I finally admitted that I
couldn't do this alone.

I look back and wonder
how I had the strength...

To call my mom,
calmly letting her know.

To call you,
knowing I wasn't safe to go home,
guns and ammo on my mind.

I walk down the hall
you walked with me,
remembering how we
waited together outside,
how you said you'd
meet me there.

How we talked about
keyboards and sci-fi
and stupid little things
that didn't matter,
but kept me from getting scared.

I miss you.

Nowhere feels safe.

I don't want to go home.
I don't want to face this world.
I don't want to do anything
without you.