"Noli me tangere.
Noli me legere.
Noli me videre.
Noli me--"

Do not touch me.
Do not read me.
Do not see me.
Do not me--

Move away. Don't drift, run. I am so close to destruction. I am not who I was. I am not the one you love. But I love you so much. I love your skin and your eyes and your lips and your hair. And I hate myself for all the things you don't know I've done to you. I lie to you about how I feel. I want to die most days. I don't know why most of the time. I cower in my suicidal corner and hope that I'm making the better choice of staying here just to love you. It is the love you give me that keeps me from finishing something that was never really started; my life.
I fear the future if you aren't in it.
And I am telling you the truth about my desire for death so that you can do the thing that I don't believe anyone else can.

Save me.