Sometimes I'm scared,

that the choker on my neck,

will actually make me choke.

Sometimes I'm scared,

that my bracelents,

will slit my hands.

Sometimes I'm scared,

that my own nails,

will scratch me 'till I bleed.

Sometimes I'm scared,

that my heart will stop,

that I can't breathe.

But sometimes,

someone calls my name,

and I'm no longer scared.

Dedication goes to that someone. And there are couple more someones, most of them reading this. Jay, Maja, Mima, Niksa, Mina, Eva....