I feel your pain before you express it
Cry your tears before your heart breaks
Guess this pain of yours is genetic
The look of disgust is not for you but for me
Telling my future self to not become my broken secrets
Not to become the skeletons that live in my closet
If this **** is genetic though, then how come you pretend that you don’t feel me?
The tears that I’ve cried in front you, you still looking at me like you’re confused
What do I have to do for my feelings to become genetic so you can feel my pain too?

These days are becoming more tiring
The word, ‘strong,’ is no longer in my vocabulary
I wonder what it feels to not have sadness in your heart
What does it feel to not fall apart?
I’m told this is human but if this is how living feels
I wonder if dying feels like heaven
Because right now, here on earth
This feels like a living hell