[Even more vents! It's drafty in here.]

How am I supposed to tell them?
Tell 'em that cute little innocent kid is dead.

Because of them.

So many wasted years. Mentally torn apart and physically falling apart...

How do u tell them I'm not okay?
That I never was.

I've got a list of mental illness and bad genetics waiting to reck me.

I wanna enjoy my childhood... because I don't remember most of it.
I'm not mentally capable of handling the life I'm "supposed" to have.

I'm sorry, but I can't. I can't handle it.

I need help.
But I dread change.

I don't belong here.

🌤️🐎

Just let me gallop off into the sun.