Since when did you start to care
about what others think and feel?
Since when has the thought haunted you?
That your friendships aren't real
You claim to care for those you believe in
but even then, you can't name the feeling
Even then, you can't find the words
to tell them how much it hurts
To watch them turn away
again, again, again, again
To hear them pretend to stay
again, again, again
And even though you claim
you just want the best for all of them
You can't find a situation
where you don't pretend
that you're alright
that you can't feel it in your shell
and when they stop to stare
it always hurts like hell
To watch them turn away
again, again, again, again
To hear them pretend to stay
again, again, again
And when it all shuts down
and all noises feel like spikes
and they surround you
and your head is filled with mights
like, they might tell you
that they dont't want you anymore
That you're just way too much,
you're too hard to love
And they might tell you
That you're an emotionless mess
and they might be right
Does that make it hurt any less?
And you might tell them
about the things inside your brain
that's been collecting dust
that's been collecting shame
And they will hug you
once you say that it's okay
and you will start to cry
Could it always be this way?