I will probably lose you after telling you about me, however, my secret is slowly killing me anyway. Either you will leave because of my illness or you will leave me because you will call me a liar.
I live in a terrifying world of madness no one can understand, I am schizophrenic. I can't think of a time when I wasn't plagued with hallucinations, delusions, and paranoia. I am afraid of everything all the time. I live in my own fantasy world and spend many days lost in it. I cannot distinguish what is real from what is unreal.
I cannot explain it but you have always made me feel safe. This came from early on before I knew anything about you. I did not know you were a soldier in the fury of war. I was drawn to you and you have helped me in ways you could not understand. I live alone and I long for you but I know that is not possible. I still do. Now you will leave me but if you could just me gentle. I am weak and so afraid of losing you.