SCARED

I'm so scared.
Of the feelings I feel, of the feelings I could feel, and of the feeling others have felt because of me.
I can't run away from time and I can't turn it back to make you better.
I can't sit here and imagine a world where you aren't struggling so much to be normal.
But I also can't stand up and help.

I'm so scared.
Of what is happening, of what may happen, and what has happened
because of me.
I can't run away from time and I can't turn it forward to make you better.
I can't sit here and imagine a world where you don't actually exist as someone who doesn't mean so much to me.
But I also can't stand to see you go.