u/Affectionate_Lake918

So I see your guy’s “evidence” I do. But also like Lindsey literally described what she heard explained how she did it and said she could see herself from 3rd person POV but couldn’t control her body. She states she whispered “go with God baby” when she was doing it over and over. How would she have this memory if Patrick was the one who did it?

Or are you guys theorizing he drugged her or told her this story before she was fully with it to know the difference between truth and fiction?

I feel like I am suffocating.

Like a big fat elephant has landed on my chest and made it its home.

I am angry at the sun.

For rising and beginning a new day
when I wasn’t ready for the last to be done.

I want it to be dark.

I want the sun to disappear and never come back

so that I may be engulfed in the darkness
that is this feeling.

I can’t breathe
I can’t think
I Only feel.

I feel every hurt, every confusion, every pain
like a fresh wound that’s being poked
over and over again.

I don’t want to wake up.
I don’t want to breathe.
I don’t want to move.

I don’t want to enter the sun
that is a new day.

The elephant can stay on my chest.

He has made his home and I will allow it.

I hope he embeds himself so far in my chest
that I no longer breathe.

That I no longer feel this pain.

So that I no longer yearn for the things I’ve lost.

For the things I cannot have.

Perhaps this elephant will be good company.

Perhaps his weight will bring me peace.

Perhaps he simply wanted somewhere to lay
and I was the stillest thing around.

Who am I to disturb that?

Who am I to complain?

I will have to make peace with this weight
until he finds a new home
or dies off and withers away.

For now I’ll stay perfectly still
so that he may rest.

I will not move.
I will not wake.

For I cannot breathe.
He has my chest.