Fears

I’m scared not to have you.

Sometimes I feel like you’re the only living human being who understands the madness in my head.

I’m scared that no one else will stick by me like you do.

I’m scared that you’re the best friend I’ll ever have, and I’m going to mess that up.

Yes, of course I’m scared.

You’re the only one who’s been here.

You’re the only one who’s ever seemed to care.

But you don’t anymore.

And I don’t, either.

But I’m still scared.

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