Screams of Murmurs.

5.30am, it's a damn vulnerable time.

One wrong thought, it would throw me off the track and turn me into the sobbing mess that I can't get out of. I really wish I could open up and talk to someone, ignore everything about why I can't do so in the first place.

I am a piece of mess.

That's right. It's why we're here in the first place.
By the inches, I'm moving.

By the inches, a babystep at a time.