You know, you know, no, you don't, you don't
How many more times will they tell me to "talk"
I can't even talk to you/me
How am I supposed to talk to someone else?
I don't know why I feel so disgusting because someone else acted so disgusting with me, you know?
I don't know why I set myself up to be attacked by you sometimes, you know?
I don't know if I want help or not, you know?
When you've lived in the dark for so long, you find your own comfort there
Being happy is so foreign I feel like I don't deserve it, you know?
I'm 16 & I already feel like I'm closing in on death, you know?
I feel like I'm playing the victim in a situation where I am the victim, you know?
I want to disappear because I like being alone, but I hate being lonely, you know?
I think I'm a museum that needs to be burned to the ground, you know?
Maybe one day we'll stop talking, or maybe even become friends
But until then, you don't fucking know!
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