shout
I'm screaming, but you can't hear me.
It's all in my head, and there-for its not real, right?
It doesn't matter anyway.
They don't care
they dont see
and they don't understand
and now, for the first time
I wish they did
see inside me
pull out all the shit and talk about it
I don't know what I want they to say
but I'm lonely now
because they don't want to be around someone
like me
someone who has trouble talking
someone who can't touch them
because it burns her skin, it burns her mind
the world is colsing in on her
the real one
not the one she made for her self
me myself and I
they all converge on this shell of a girl now
is ther room in this head for all of it?
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If you would speak to me, i would listen. If i could hear you screaming, it would be a mirror of the sounds in my head.
If you asked me to hold your hand, your head, your heart, i would. Forever.
But you won't ask, and i can't answer.
Do you see this is the way i see it too? We can never be in each others heads.
But you can let me in if you want. I'll stay, i always do.
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