Phobias

I keep moving,
Because if I don't,
My mind,
And the inching creeping thoughts,
Like black ants on a sugar cube,
Drive me insane,
And I scratch till I bleed,
Tear out my hair,
Bite my feet,
Yet I can't,
I can't be rid of it,
And the thoughts that haunt me,
They live in me,
Inhaled in the air,
Eaten in my bread,
I try to bleed it out,
And tear my skin,
Yet they live on,
My phobias creep beneath my skin.

~Rei Shiori

Broken down

Sometimes I wonder if you know,
How deep the damage actually goes,
Or do you not understand,
That when I cry,
I'm drowning myself inside,
The phobias,
They flush out,
No place to hide,
And I see you try,
But if I can't handle my demons,
Nobody else can,
No one can stare me in the eye,
Without being broken down a little more inside.

~Rei Shiori