If...
If... I'm an emotional mess or emotionless, who really cares? Should it really matter? Does it change the way you think of me?
If... I'm dark and depressed, or unsocial and cold, or moody and gloomy , does it even makes a difference?
If... I break down and cry at every little thing, if life's too overwhelming for me, if I can't cope with anything, so what?
If... I'm selfish and greedy, and helpless and needy, does that make me evil?
If... I'm misunderstood and misunderstand, if I'm lost and I don't even know who I am, can you really say you know me?
If... I'm distraught and corrupted, and lonely and angry, what are you going to do about it?
It's all a part of who I am, and i hate myself for it. I don't need you to tell me, to help me, to change me, to pity me, to dispise me. I don't need you to imprison me or hurt me, to look down on me or loath me. I don't need you to laugh at me or try to know me. No one understands me, not even me, so don't think you can even begin to. I don't need you and your false hopes and fragile dreams.
I don't need you.
I'm better off alone.
Both of us will just get hurt if you come too close.
So stay away.
It's fine this way.
Nothing has to change.
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