From the past|

Honey, are you okay?
No, no I'm not. Can't you see?
Yes mom, yes! Damn it, could you just leave me alone!

And then I storm up to my room,
And then I attack my bed,
And then I scream bloody murder in the pillow,
And then I slump down,
And then I cry.

And I cry and I cry and I cry and I cry and I continue to cry because it hurts.

It hurts to be with you,
The bruise under my thigh where you kicked me hurts because I hate you.

It hurts to be with her,
The pain on her face when I yell at her hurts because I love her.

I should go apologize, but I don't.

It would hurt even more if she knew the truth.