Pinback All Morning.

My head is pounding. I keep poppin' weak pain relievers, but they never do the trick.

I want things to be different. It's a shame things can't just be fucking different. I don't just want to save you, I want to watch you grow. My efforts seemed effortless, but you don't understand the burden.

It's been awhile since I wanted to sit in the corner and pout, cry, scream, kick, fight. I hate pretending I'm happy, when everyone else really is happy. I can feel my face tense whey my smiles aren't real. Everyone needs to shut up, go away, I'm slamming the door in someone's face. Now.
Now.
Now.

And you don't get it. I want you to get it. But these words in my head feel like nothing once they make way with the oxygen in my darkening lungs. I should just walk away. Slam the door in your face.
Now.
Now.
Now.