Does it really get better or do you just bury it deeper?

You made me believe that you were different.

Sometimes i hate you so much it hurts.
It feels so much like falling.

I didn't tell you because you don't want to hear about it. You just want me to clean up the mess, but there are some messes you just have to live with.

I'm not special you just want me to be.

I don't think anyone else in the world ever had a child and thought 'now i have something i can hit'