Twenty-something Post 2

Woke up

5AM

Slept curled up on the ground in woods

He was a few feet away

I didnt move

Like if I didnt He wouldnt see me

He did

He always does

I grabbed my open pocketknife

He leaned down halfway

I brought the pocketknife closer to myself

He tilted his head

I pushed myself up like I was going to confront him

No

Bolted right

Ran through the woods

Could see him every so often

He didnt need to run

He was at certain points

Then He was just there

In front of me

I stopped sharply

I raised the knife to my neck

We regarded one another

Would I do it?

Would He make me do it?

Did I want to do it?

No

I didnt

Would I?

Yea I fucking would

Why?

Spite Him

Fuck you

YOU DONT OWN ME

THEY DONT OWN ME

NO ONE OWNS ME

He straightened

He left

I waited like that just in case

He didnt return

I started walking again

I didnt stop until the sun was up

I typed this

I posted this

Dont understand

Havent see him in years outside of dreams

Why

Why

Why

WHAT IS IN MY HEAD?

You took him

What happened to him?

What happened to me?

The drugs are leaving system

Hysteria dying

Think tomorrow the drugs will be out

Completely

Heres to hoping

Going to keep walking

Found road last night

Staying near in woods

Looking for street signs

Stay safe

A life of forgetting is no life at all.