No.
Just don’t.
I don’t…
I don’t wanna hear it.
Don’t tell me it’s okay to open up,
When the last time I opened up to you,
The last time I bared my soul out,
I heard you joke about my experience on the radio,
And even read an article about it.
Don’t tell me to trust you,
When you keep hurting me,
And take pride in it.
You trash me daily for being different,
For having a different experience,
For not liking what everyone likes.
You make me a liar to the world,
Even when I’m holding the last straw of my sanity,
You hurt me like it’s your favorite thing to do,
Then you come preach to me,
That it will be okay??
I don’t wanna hear it.
Into even tinier pieces,
Because you want the world,
To think of you as a hero,
When you’re the monster,
They should cage up.
Maybe I will be okay,
But listening to you tell me I will be okay,
Is worse than death for me,
So don’t.
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