I am a professional at seeming "fine."

          I can no longer define the lines between right and wrong. Between love and indifference. Between lust and need. You and I, our souls are twisted and tangled into a single crazed being. I can't distinguish the difference of my desicions and yours, my life and yours. Your words are killing me now. I cannot differenciate two things as simple and elementary as bathroom tiles, let alone two things so insanely complicated and intertwined as the two of us. I am utterly a mess. You are mocking me, throwing it in my face. Here I am, practically ripping my hair out, with my heart racing, tossing and turning and clawing at my damn wrist because I can't do it. Because I can't lose you. I want two things. And I cant have them both......

  

       "Wish 

   You could turn off

The questions, turn

off the voices

turn off all sound."