Breathe.
Breathe. I tell myself to Breathe.
I can hear my heart beat
I can hear yours
And it hurts.
The thoughts, the sounds
it sends an ache down my spine,
through my toes,
and settles through every nerve I have
I hurt.
I hurt all over and I’m scared.
But no matter how many times I call out to the darkness
my echo is the only response I hear.
I beg you for mercy
don’t say those three words
that bring me hurt.
“It should make you happy”
“Don’t you feel special?”
How?
I’m supposed to enjoy it, I know
but in petrified in fear.
I do it to myself, I know 
I’m afraid of my own mind
that persuades your wet tongue.
Drink up with me my dear
and occupy those loose lips.
Don’t speak when you aren’t spoken to
Don’t look me in the eyes
Don’t utter nothing words
And don’t,
Don’t hurt me.
Don’t make me play this game
I’m all out of moves.
Breathe.
Breathe. I tell myself to breathe.
And I hurt.