I should be okay.
It is not okay.
I'm not okay
Why should I fight so hard when it's so much easier to give up.
I can't breathe.
I can't see.
I can't think.
There's nobody left,
Is there?
Nobody sees you crying half the time.
It's just you in your stupid fucking head.
But that's the worst part.
What's the root?
What's the reason?
How do we fix it?
You can't.
You can't!
If I can't fix it god know nobody else can even come up with a reason.
I wish it was bullies, or hatred or any fucking physical thing.
But there's nothing out of your own head.
Weak
Weak
Weak
You fucking disgust me.
You should change,
Like now.
Get rid of musicals,
People hate it when you get so passionate about them,
They can't get a word in edgewise.
Just succumb to the mind numbing pop anyway.
People like that.
You don't deserve --.
You were born --.
You don't have to love she.
You could love he and get rid of the jokes in the house,
Pass it off as a phase,
When you know it isn't.
Keep your emotions off all the time.
You'll be angry and hateful and tired in your head,
But you won't cry.
Or you could leave.
Leave,
Go away.
That's the only way you're not a bother.
