Don't tell me where to go. Don't tell me who I am, where I should be, what part of my mind you think you can reach into and pluck strings at to make me work better, to fix all of this
I don't want to hear it. Just because you scream, it doesn't mean I have to listen, and just because you've stapled my eyelids open it doesn't mean I have to look.
There is no him here to save you from me now to wash my beating heart with blood coursing through our veins I can hear that I want to hear that. But there is no him here to save you from me now so I can yell until your body hits the ground and you will fall forever and you won't make a sound.