“How I wish I could open my mouth and vomit everything that has gone so wrong in all the years since the dawn of my existence, but my mouth is an eloquent liar, and so I can only hold onto my silence as you accuse me more and remind me of my failings as your blood.
It is so ridiculously easy to fake a smile and laugh like as if you haven't a care in the world, did you know that?
It's become a cloak, so well worn that I no longer know how to be without it. To do so would be to expose the truth of all my pain, pain you'd be better of not seeing— because it is highly likely that you'd be unmoved by it and you'd still not learn how to temper your tongue.
If I could apologize for ever having been born, I would. I am sorry that I can never amount to be what you need, that I am so fundamentally flawed, nothing you have in mind for what I should be ever comes into fruition; reality is not listening, you see . And frustration is only singing "you can keep on dreaming".”
