I thought you could fix me.

The worst thing is to come home to an empty house. The worst thing is to lie down in a cold bed at night. No. The worst thing are the thoughts that keep haunting my mind and the dreams that incarnate my deepest fears.

My soul is broken. My body was hit, thrown into the ground, but it healed. My soul did not.

I want to sleep. I desperately want to sleep. But the thoughts...

You used to be my dreamcatcher.

You cannot fix me anymore. You never could. And yet, I'm still hopeful. At least, please, please, don't break what's left of me.

I can't walk without crutches. Sorry if I made you mine.