I know where you live.

So very close to the edge you inherited.

Exactly as near to the familiar as you can stand.

How you never chose that place for yourself.

A squatter in your own life.

I know how you want to run away.

***

I know how you live.

Preferring that certain corner to the wide open.

Staying in the darkness because you already carry it with you.

Back to the wall so you never have to carry pain with you again as well.

Giving in only in the solace of privacy.

I know what you hide from.

***

I know you are alone right now.

Though friends are beside you, you never feel them there.

A bubble and echo that could go for miles.

Isolated planes of reality apart.

There is only one of you after all.

I know the weakness you pretend to ignore.

***

I know this feels like a threat.

Words cut out of random magazines left as a warning.

A call out you have nightmares of.

This is really a life raft.

A message that might not pierce the void otherwise.

I know because I have been there.