Give me something, not nothing.
It doesn’t have to be this hard, it can be easy.
But it isn’t easy. It’s hard, hard, HARD.
I could do it on my own, but that is never what i wanted.
Why will no one ever come with me. Why am i always on my own.
The more i begged not to be invisible the more i vanished from the day, shrinking and silencing until i was the one with the keys but also the one in the cage. And i screamed and i screamed and you shook your head and hated me.
And hated i was no longer me,
And no longer me i was no longer,
And there was a certain silence in death that i miss.
I miss the silence when all i hear is your silence.
And all i hear is a ringing in my ears, my screaming, telling me i’ll never be human again.
The call it anger and i call it guilt and all i feel is sad because every day of my life is just starting over from square one.
I am so tired of them hating what i stand for and so tired of no one changing.
It doesn't have to be this hard, it can be easy.
But it isn’t easy.