Why don't grownups tell us about how much it hurts
To grow up and to be, to be alone
To find yourself at 2 am, after a party, in solitude and crying
They never warn you about indifference, only hate
But it hurts so much
And you're driving in an Uber at 3 am to your parents' house because you can't stand feeling empty
Because everything hurts and you don't feel safe without a knife or your father