No one gets this.
No one will ever understand.
We are who we are.
We know what we know.
People may think that they know how we feel.
They may think they know what it's like to have your breath taken away from someone who hasn't pressed their lips against yours.
They may think they know how it feels to stay up at 2 AM,
Writing about how your heart keeps breaking  but that person seems to stitch it up each time,
No one will ever understand that I sometimes feel like an item of clothing that seems to rip a little more and more each time,
No one will ever understand that I need to breathe,
And that this polluted LA city keeps ******* me into its black hole of non-existence.