A smile: we play and laugh. It’s all that I have. A try: alone again. Don’t cry There’s something I can’t let go by.
Higher: pain grows. Night unfolds. Anger. Hatred. Fire. The stakes are higher. A lie: I scold and question who I call me. I answer with a lie, wrapped in a plea. But I’m blind— can’t see, can’t see.
This process is ****. The pieces don’t fit. But I won’t quit. Let’s talk about it.
What’s the matter tonight dear? Even when everything else is fine, you don’t have to put yourself in happy mode. Liana, hate isn’t the answer. You know…. Talk to yourself. Speak truth.