Sometimes, I just want to scream.  I want to pound on the floor and beat down the walls in order to make people realize I have a voice.  I want to shout at the top of my lungs, until my throat is raw and my eyes are dry again.  You don’t know my demons, you don’t know my fears.  The unspeakables.  The ones who should not exists are there in my peripheral.  They’re waiting for the moment my guard is down and my defenses are low and they try and claw their way back in to my head.  Not tonight.  Tonight they will not win.  You are there and I am here.  Physically.  We are here.  Mentally.  You’re not gone, you are next to me, holding me, guiding me.  I can feel your body against mine, your breath on my neck as you tell me you love me.  Your strength keeps me going.  You keep me alive.  Even.