Paper Ears

Paper has became my real friend.It listens very well and remembers everything I say.It does not judge.It hears what I am screaming without me speaking a single word.A silent best friend, with no advice or opinions to give. Just letting me figure shit out while just holding my hand.
So what happens when I'm too tired to write?
Ill just go round and round my brain. Unraveling me from the inside slowly. Surely someone sees my bare threads showing.
I need to be stuffed and fluffed and sewn back together again.
I don't see anyone with needle and thread.
Only I can do this. I can save myself from me.Lying to yourself is the ultimate betrayal.Yet it happens time and again. When do I listen and hear what I've been ignoring all along.