I fear what could happen to you.
I think of something bad happening to you all the time.
Cannot have a good night's sleep without dreading your dismissal from life, from living.
Unable to surrender to the belief that it is all in my thoughts.
I have become a junkie of all things negative.
Unable to live because I am unable to get you out of my head.
A head that loathes itself in too much denial by itself. It tries to feed courage to itself by being in a place where it is not possible.
Dreaming the dream. But not having enough courage to go after it.