screaming underwater

that's what it feels like.

i wonder, when would it be my turn?

nobody has to say anything. you don't have to kill yourself trying to find the "right" things to say.

what i really needed was comfort, or anything that remotely resembled it.

i guess i have something else i'd trade my soul in for.

i'd sell my soul so i won't ever feel that i need to be comforted.

so i won't ever have to bother anyone again. ever.