Worst case scenario

I can't picture a world without you. It's impossible. You have always been there. No matter what. And most likely you will continue to be. But my brain is very good at jumping to the wrong conclusions. I always go straight to the worst case scenario.

I think it might have something to do with the fact that I once was told that everything was okay. Followed by ten minutes later being told that my dear friend who was 'okay' was in fact gone for forever.

So yes. I always assume the worst.

Scared

I am scared.
To let you in.
To open the door, and tell you everything.
To hear you speak and know that it is everything.

I am scared.
To open up.
To let you see me, all of me.
To allow you to be that on special person.

I see the people around me.
The pain they suffer, the tears they cry.
I see their desperation, their dependence.
The look of panic when everything falls apart.

I don't think I can do that.
But I'm scared of being alone too...