Pressures

You don't know what you're asking. It's too much, way too much. I can't see through the wall of thoughts. I can't see you, there's a hole in my head. I'm pouring out. I'm losing myself. Won't ask for help. Don't want to make a scene. Don't want to make this about me. Stripped away. Standing naked. Stupidly searching, for the best way to cover up, to hide. When nothings there... nothings inside...