You Asked for my Opinion

This left an anxious taste in my mouth. 
A feeling of discomfort. 
A loss for words. 
I listened to letters that formed sentences, 
but couldn't understand the meaning. 
I fought for composure, 
but could sense parts of me cracking. 
Breaking. 
Searching for answers. 
Why now, why me? 
I'm still healing. 
I'm mute. 
Afraid of what I might say; I freeze. 
Hold onto me tight.Drown out my thoughts.  
Be here, forget tomorrow. 
Stop.