I don’t want to hear them.
I don’t want to feel them.
I don’t want to leave them.
I don’t want to hurt them.
But if I don’t want to hurt them,
I will hurt myself.
they let me say things I don’t want to.
Things I don’t want to.
They let me think of myself.
How fat I’m and how stupid I’m.
I just want them to disappear.
but everytime there gone.
I want them back...
what do I want...
-dakota-