Don't.

Please don't wake me from this dream. It hurts more than you can imagine, but in there I know what happens. I can control what I do for it is already written.
Please don't comfort me when sleep does not come. I struggle but your comfort hurts me more because I can't appreciate it or return thanks.
Please don't hold me close. I can't breathe right as the fear hits deep into the night, my dreams are not battles to be fought.
Please don't ask me to tell you my troubles. My mind plays them over and over every night and I refuse to recognize the existence of weakness.
Please stop being kind. Your kindness reminds me of my inability to be in this full heartedly and of how you are there and I am not.
Please don't worry about me. I am not worthy of your concern, nor of your care. I am not a child but a person with demons.
Please forgive me for being hopelessly impossible, for my angry verbal lashings, for my withdrawn hands, for my inability to care for you in return.