What's even
going on?
Well, no one understands
me. Some day, I'm just gonna start coming home and going
straight to my room. If I'm at basketball practice, and need
a ride, then I'll send my mom a text. I'm not gonna talk
to anyone in my family. They're going to have to realize how
much it hurts knowing I'm not there for them anymore, like
they aren't for me, ever. If they don't do anything about
it, if they're going to ignore me, I'll make it easier
for them. I'll leave. Because no one understands. I needed
them, and they weren't here for me.
Listen to someone for once,
they always have a story.*