Break the hyoid bone already

You’re too much
Please stop
I’m a person who needs space
Who needs time with other people
Who needs to be away
From you

I don’t need every single aspect of my life TO BE a part of yours

HUNTED DOWN
Like an animal
You want to squeeze to death
You want to love to death
No air
no privacy

You’re making me feel like i can’t breathe

Even when you’re away
You’re still there
Silently watching
I can feel you
And it makes my stomach turn to know
Nothing is mine

You need to care
To not care about everything
To not invade my everything
To be okay that I want to be with others
To be okay that I don’t want to be with you
Without making me feel bad
Without making me feel bad
WITHOUT MAKING ME FEEL BAD
Or i’m going to run away
As far and as fast as I can
To get away from you
to get the air I need
To breathe
And the space I need
To breathe
To not feel bad
That I don’t want what you want in the way you want it
No guilt trips
No sad face
No holding shit over my head
No suffocation
No pressure
NO FUCKING PRESSURE!!!!
NO MORE! 


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