Not today

I needed to vent out the fears I have, but can't allow myself to let you feast on the weakness I confess. What was meant to be a support is just another tool to judge me. And it is my fault to allow you to read these words. You will be the crack I'd never fix and I can be proud of it, my dear, I rather keep you as a precious bruise I won't need to heal. No more words, not today, said enough.