I Don't Wanna Talk To You Anymore I'm Afraid Of What I Might Say I Bite My Tongue Every Time You Come Around Cause Blood In My Mouth Beats Blood On The Ground
There are so many things I want to say:
"Liar!"
"I fucking hate you!"
"Go away!"
"Suffer!"
But all at once, in a great, cacophonous outburst that would shatter the bones of whoever hears it. But there is no singular method of expulsion that could even begin to phase the Titans of hate, anger, and misery I'm holding captive in my chest right now.
