I was fine. I was fine. I was fine.

Roll over in the morning, I see your face. I smile and feel butterflies. I get up. I brush my teeth. I braid my hair. Get dressed and spray on perfume. A kiss and off to work. 

I worked. I laughed. I had fun. I was fine. It was good. My team and I were doing grand. I finished my day. I said goodbye and left. I got home. We relaxed. I laughed and made a fool of myself 

I was fine. I was fine. I was fine. 

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat 

I was fine. I was fine. I was fine.

Then, one night, I stayed awake. My mind was running. The demons saw this and sent whispers from their graves. I stopped to listen, against my better judgement. 

I was fine. I was fine. I was fine.

I rolled over. Smiled and kissed your face. My heart expanded. You smiled back. We got up. I brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror. I heard the voice, but I didn’t want to listen. I shook it off. I got dressed.

Work. Laugh. Try. Leave. Come home. Spend time with you. Go to bed. Not sleep.

Repeat. 

Repeat.

Repeat.

I woke up. It is not morning. I can not sleep. I pull you closer. The voices are talking. I hold you tight. I fall asleep.

The days blur. You are my constant. My anchor. I hear them. I can barely function anymore. I am dead. I can not care about myself. But I keep going. 

I keep going. I am slipping, but I keep going.