Don’t you realize,
you’re yelling and punishment and disappointment
won’t change anything.
I’m trying my best.
I’m doing everything I can
and I Refuse to feel any
sadness or shame or whatever.
Because!
Because if I do, I’ll just kill myself,
don’t you realize this?
Are you that blind?
Seriously?
I’m getting sick of this.
I’m tired of trying.
I’m tired of dealing with her (and so is everyone else, for that matter).
I’m tired of you trying to make her happy
because she doesn’t care enough about you
to even help you--
because she doesn’t care enough about me
to tell me what to do, like a real parent.
I’m tired, goddamn it!
I’m tired…
I’m tired of my heart breaking,
it’s never going to stop--
until my heart breaks apart…
I just…
I just do more harm than help, it seems,
so can I just leave?
I don’t need nor want
anything from you.
No pride, no patience, no trust
can stop the damage you’re-- she’s causing.
You wanna do something?
Huh? Well.
Just get me some boxes.
