I’m afraid to say what I really feel here; I’m paranoid that you’re here, reading it, thinking you know how I feel. I’m just scared to let you in even a little bit again.

You’re getting what I’m saying, right? If you’re reading this. For once, shut up and listen and try to understand the reason to the rhyme; the meaning behind my words instead of giving them your own.

It’s not supposed to hurt this much to think about you. I just want it to go away now. I’m tired. I’m sick and angry and frustrated and sad and tired.