I detest when people ask: are you OK? It gets even worse when it proceeds to: what's going on? I avoid the answer to these questions, for their answer is neither clear nor joyful. I wish they would never ask I wish they would just stay quiet
They think they know what I have They think they know what I need
I don't need their attention I don't want their attention
I Just want to be in an empty room...
Where the only sound is the echo of my thoughts...