I'm scared of having your heart stop beating I'm scared of the people you're meeting I'm scared of the alcohol drowning you I'm scared of the things you might do I'm scared of broken glass pins penetrating your skin I'm scared of your beautiful body collapsing in the bin I'm scared of the bruises on my cheeks of the cement collecting besides my door I'm scared of torn post-it notes I'm scared of echos of these walls and the whispers of the neighbors outside I'm scared of the whiskey spilling on my mind I'm scared I'm the reason of your ruin We used to be young and wise now we're old and we are withering apart I don't want to be the reason. I don't want to smoke out my insecurities, or know how I'm smoking I don't want anyone to fix me. I cannot expect you to heal me Our lives are not movies It's not fair