Give me silence. Give me peace. Give me reassurance. Give me shelter. Give me hope. Give me praise. Give me love. Give me your time. Give me your thoughts. Give me a place in your world.
Don't leave me here alone. Don't go away and leave me with nothing but the fear. Because I am afraid. I cannot leave my home without one of you here beside me; I cannot speak without one of your words to guide me. I am afraid. I am not afraid of the world, nor the people in it. I am afraid of what they are capable of.
With you, I am safe. I have to confidence to be a part of the world around me, and not cower in the dark. With you, I can seek out assistance to know when my actions have gone too far. You know that I can't tell. I don't know when I've hurt someone. You do. You can tell me. But you won't, soon.
Why do you have to go? Why can you not stay? You are leaving me here alone, with nothing but the noise in my head. The sound and fury, signifying nothing... overwhelming everything. You're leaving, each and every one of you, one by one. And soon I will be alone. And soon I will not know what to do.
Who will give me silence when the noise is killing me? Who will give me peace in the midst of my war? Who will give me reassurance when the fear becomes unbearable? Who will give me shelter when the storm is raging? Who will give me hope when there is nothing but despair? Who will praise me when I create something beautiful? Who will love me when I am surrounded by the cold? Who will give me their time when they could be having fun? Who will think of me when I am missing? Who will let me into their lives?
Who will mourn me when I'm gone, if not for you?
Why must you leave? You are my loves. You are my friends. You are my brothers, my sisters, my companions, my Brutus?
You are also gone.
But where will I go?
Give me ground to stand on, because I'm afraid of falling when you're not there to catch me. Perhaps I don't need you.
But christ, do I want you back.