There's no reason to be afraid, right?
It's safe here, right?
You promised I wouldn't keep hurting like this.
You were suppose to protect me, remember?
So why am I still hurting like this?
Here I sit, still hurting and crying and drowning alone.
I know you tried to help.
But I am not safe.
And there are too many reasons to be afraid.
I have just adapted to this fear of life.
I'm still alive, aren't I?
I guess I don't need your false protection anymore.