Paranoia

When you can't breath 'cause you can't cry so you stare at the mirror and look at your eyes like why are you doing this to me, holding me in misery because my misery is only to come because I kill stories before they are done.

And I'm afraid of my reputation 'cause I know what they all say "Stalker!" But I cry in terror 'cause I won't have him run away "I am NOT a stalker! I am NOT a stalker!" all I want is someone to talk to who won't listen to the hopeless fool, I put my trust in him... that proves me as equally stupid.