You think you understand the way I feel. You think you understand everything I've been through. You don't know what it's like waking up in the middle of the night, scared of what's coming. You don't know what it's like to walk around with your head down, full of shame. I can't look in the mirror without wanting to puke, I can't be alone because I don't know what I'll do. You think you understand the feelings I feel. But you don't. You don't know what it's like to have everything taken from you in a blink of an eye. You don't know what it feels like to be abandoned or tossed around like a piece of meat. You think you know me but you don't. Don't ever try to compare me and you. Don't ever try to compare our strengths or our fears. Don't ever try to make me out to be just like you. If you haven't struggled to get out of bed, if you don't have little voices scream in your head. If you've never felt like the only way out was to die. If you've never hated yourself to the point of sickness. Don't ever tell me you understand my feelings, don't ever tell me you know what feeling like this is. You think you understand me but you don't and I'm not gonna let you use me to make up your fictional story.