Vanish
They ask from me. They always ask from me. For what can I do? Say no and face their judgement? Say yes again and lose more of myself? I walk away and try to lose them, but they keep following. Their voices raise as well as their effort. I was in too deep to make them go. I might soon collapse on the floor giving up. As I would lay there a tear not be shed. No fear shall be shown. No rage be expressed. An expression experienced only with a persons death by their own hand. An unheard emotion that separates itself from the others. The blank expression of giving up.
