These chinks in my armor,
They dull me down.
Cuts against my arms,
They bleed me out.
Rain running on my cheeks,
They hide my hurt.
I'm crashing.

I'm much better at venting out my emotions in rants or releasing stress through drabbles but I can't do either right now. Ranting isn't safe. Drabbling won't work. Poems are mysterious... they fit perfectly. But they don't help. 

I need to be strong.

But it isn't even my fault.

I'm scared.

What if it is my fault?

Should I stop?

I don't want to.

Why should I?

It's not my fault.

It's not.

My friends don't care. I wouldn't want them too. They can't offer any advice that would help.

I can barely tell the AFF community.

I'm all alone.

I did this to myself.