Moving in slow motion. Paralyzed by the words you will not let me speak. All I can cope is lie silently in bed. Eyes of entry closed. Along with every other door into my consciousness. I am full. Quietly crying, so you do not hold that against me. In the battle of health I go stealth.

I cry alone so you can not hear me. Or tear me apart, when you fear my breath takes away your part.

I hunch my back when I walk to the kitchen. Minimizing the input putting me down. More weight and there is no more ways for me to climb.

I give you everything so you can not take it away from me by force.

/Forcefully yours