And just like that you were erased from my memory. No notes, no photos, no recollection for anyone to see. For all they know we were but two strangers of whomst crossed paths in life for only a brief moment. We didn't share laughs or tears. You never showed me your fears. Right? You hated all those times I'd have quick witty remarks. Give you a decent fight. You hated but maybe for once in your life—you *hated*. You hated that maybe someone might actually care about you more than you care about yourself. But you were healthy. You had wealth. You say you struggled with the cards you were dealt. You worked hard for everything right? You *deserve* your good life. I could never do what you do. I could never walk in your shoes. You tell me stop assuming but I'm not quite sure I'm the one shooting. Two faces, two separate places. Hidden behind a mask, from which you've made me too afraid to ask. Am I weak? Am I wrong? I can't breathe. I need sleep. And I can't cry—there's no time. It's like my body won't let me accept defeat. I feel like I'm lost in Schrodinger's world. I feel so fucking trapped. I feel so fucking alone. You took my worth. I want to go. But where? You took my home.