Don't look at me. It hurts too much. Don't spare me your sympathy because its not good for me and I'm not worthy of it. Don't tell me you care, because I know you don't [[ With the few exceptions]]. Don't. Just don't. Don't ask me whats wrong when you don't mean it. Don't talk to me because you're bored and I'm a last resort. Don't try and calm me down, don't try and tell me its okay. Don't act like nothings wrong, don't act like I'm okay and normal. Don't say things you don't mean. Don't make promises you won't keep. Don't touch me. Don't say you love me. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I'm tired. I'm tired of all of your s**t and I'm tired of listening to people put me down, because guess what? They don't know me. None of you know me. You don't know me until you've seen me on that edge, about to jump and if you've seen me cut, seen me bleed, seen me cry, you know. You don't know that side that wants to die. You don't know that I hurt the outside to kill the thing on the inside. You don't know anything. You act like you do but you don't. There's only one person that knows and has seen, and he hasn't left yet. But I'm waiting. I'm just waiting for it to happen.
You know who you are that this is two, and you know who you are if you're exempted.
Should be on your shoulders...