Now

Now that I write it downyou erase it,

Now I speak my mindyou twist it,

Now I tell you how it isyou deny it,

Now I go for what's mine,you hate it,

If you don't give me freedom nowI'll end it…

And I mean what I said thenI mean what I say now.

It has always been the sameexpressed differently every time

But you just don't get itor you just act like you don't understand it

It must be easier for youto ignore it...

But what if, do you ever wonder...what if

What if she was telling the truthwhat if she was suicidalwhat if she has an eating disorder, would explain a lot right

What if she truly isn't happywhat if all she said she did to harm herself was trueto feel something, anything to feel she was alive, real

But It seems that you only stop at "what if"

-written on April 3, 2016, Edited on December 20, 2018