I don't want to acknowledge it!!!!!!      
                    
                   "Take this seriously, Ray,"           she is pleading with 
                   
                                                 me! 
                   
                   I don't want to REMEMBER it! I 
                                                  don't want to think ABOUT 
                                                  
                                                  IT.      
                                                                              
                                                                              
                                                           I don't WANT to face 
                                                  
                                                anything! 
                    
                                                     TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. 
                    GOD you sound like              YOU              are going to cry! 
                                
                                  Why are you taking this seriously why are you taking 
                                  
                                  
                                  me SERIOUSLY? 
                                  
                 I had to get out
My skin was losing its shine                                                              
And if I could've stayed                                                  I met my own eyes in the mirror
You wouldn't see me this way                          Today. I swear I saw the outline of 
But I'm young                                                           my skull 
And I don't know what I want, hmm                in the dark rings buried like ditches under my eyes.

Why, why must everything
Happen at once?
I'm waking, I'm rising, I'm moving
In sync with the sun

And I always do
I know that I'm heavy
And I'm sorry for crushing you, darling
I know that I'm heavy
And I'm sorry for crushing you

Like I always do


                                      I AM GOUGING THE SKIN ON MY ARMS! 
                                      
                                      GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!
                                      
                                      I AM TIRED OF SEEING YOUR FUCKING FACE THERE!
                                      
                                      
                   
                   
                   
                                                                                            
                                                                           The final day of August awoke
                                                      To a slow and horrible morning.
                                                      
                                                      
                                                      When I could not rebecome myself;
                                                      
                                                      
                                                      
                                                                        I could not remember who I was.