I couldn't rip them off whatever I tried. I hadn't noticed that they were so stuck with me before. they made me feel claustrophobic. I couldn't breathe. I thought they sat on my lugns and tried to strangle me.

They were all quiet now, they didn't say a word,they didn't seem to mind me struggling.
I didn't like it. It made me paranoid.

It made me feel paranoid.

I woke up every morning waiting for them to be gone. But they were still there. I couldn't make them go away.
I wondered if they were ghosts or shadows or conscience.

I wanted to disappear, with or without them.