I usually don’t cry
But today that’s all I’ve done
I’m tired of living this way
Hasn’t the damage already been done?
Haven’t you already won?
When can I see the sun?
….and be happy about it?
All frolicking, and shit?
I hate having to explain the shit I never explain.
I hate the feeling of always being caught in your disdain.
I hate always feeling pain and having to pretend it’s a migraine. ..
Or something. …