Haven't slept in days

At first I wondered who you were. 

I could always see you from the corner of my eye, staring at me in the dark. I asked tou who you were multiple times. I never fot an answer. An invader to my personal space. You didn't seem to do much at first. Existing in the backround of my life and death. 

If you were to want a meaningful interaction, you never spoke of it. I never heard your voice. Just felt your eyes on me, on my being, on my soul. I thought you were a malicious entity. But you are neither good nor evil. You just are. And thay disturbs me the most.

Then all hell broke loose. My own home destroyed. Never feeling the same after. Can never go back without the thought of the miasma touching me while I rest. Of something I can't see being there, waiting to frighten me. Attack me. End me.

I still feel your eyes on me. I know you're not evil. I know you are just there observing like some malicious reporter. But I can't sleep anymore. The house isn't safe. My own bedframe feels contaminated and stolen. The things I used to love I'm afraid of doing. My haven ruined.

And I think

You should find

A new home