Your number on the screen my hand shakes over the button,
I'll never really call you.

The email typed up my hand shakes over send,
I'll just never tell you.

I stand at the bottom of the stairs with my legs shaking as I tell myself just to climb,
But I'll never go to you.

I sit as I cry and bleed and know that all I have to do is tell you and you'll make it stop but I'll never tell you.

I can't tell you. I can't disappoint you. I am terrified of disappointing you!

So I sit. Shaking, crying, waiting, wanting, bleeding.
But I'll never let you help me.