Doubt

A Poem by No.

I can feel the shadows of desperation sticking to the roof of my mouth - burning, poisonous words clawing at my tongue, trying to escape through my least favorite pair of lips in the world. The feeling of it all is dripping down the back of my throat at night, making it sore and ruining my appetite, and I know there's nothing safe I can take to get rid of this horror in my bone marrow.

It's to the point that no matter how many times I blink, I can't see around the fear. I can't remember the last time someone held me together, but I need it every day. Every tomorrow could be the end, and we've barely begun.

Will you always be there?