Sometimes I wish it would all go away.
Is that too much to ask for?
All the times you've hurt me before were nothing compared to what you did.
Maybe you won't understand, but at least understand this: I'm about to break.
I'll cut my hair, name myself something you'll never recognize me by, run away to a different country, disappear off into the wilderness, kill myself, anything. Anything to get away from you.
Is pain part of your vocabulary? How about regret? No?
Well you're about to find out exactly what they are.
Or do you just not care? Would you be relieved if I left?
Maybe I'll just save you all the grief I'm putting you through
He remembered.
She would smile fondly and shake her head as he rambled on an on about the little nuances in his life. Even as she nodded off sleepily and her pencil rested on her math binder, she would still smile and listen to his words.
He remembered.
Mother was always too busy to listen, too busy to help him understand everything everyone said to him during the day. Father had left them when they were young, and all that remained was a gold chain that she wore around her neck.
He remembered.
They would spend each afternoon after school ended walking and talking together. He was always complaining, she always listening and soothing his
He remembered.
She would smile fondly and shake her head as he rambled on an on about the little nuances in his life. Even as she nodded off sleepily and her pencil rested on her math binder, she would still smile and listen to his words.
He remembered.
Mother was always too busy to listen, too busy to help him understand everything everyone said to him during the day. Father had left them when they were young, and all that remained was a gold chain that she wore around her neck.
He remembered.
They would spend each afternoon after school ended walking and talking together. He was always complaining, she always listening and soothing his
Sometimes I wish it would all go away.
Is that too much to ask for?
All the times you've hurt me before were nothing compared to what you did.
Maybe you won't understand, but at least understand this: I'm about to break.
I'll cut my hair, name myself something you'll never recognize me by, run away to a different country, disappear off into the wilderness, kill myself, anything. Anything to get away from you.
Is pain part of your vocabulary? How about regret? No?
Well you're about to find out exactly what they are.
Or do you just not care? Would you be relieved if I left?
Maybe I'll just save you all the grief I'm putting you through