Drawn and Quartered
You asked could I be honest with you.
I'm keeping my distance from you.
You're not yourself.
I starve to death with connections I've made.
Your hands appear to be broke.
You are uninvited.
You have your reasons I have mine.
Just let it go.
You're not yourself.
Leave me alone.
Sleep is going to kill me.
Something's trying to kill me slowly