I hate this new way I think. I hate the nagging in my head. I hate the way you yell at me, saying it is all my fault. You have a way of making me feel like shit for having an opinion. Of trying to voice a thought. It is always about you. Always about what you need. What you want. I hate this feeling. I hate this life.
Here is my chance to start again.
To share my feelings with the world.
to show that there’s a place for dreamers.
That words will be the way of healers.