You might try your best to make me understand but I don’t think there’s any way I would.
I might act like it’s okay but it’s not.
It’s sad cause there’s no way you’ll know how I feel and even if you ask me, I will forever deny it and you’ll believe me.
Also, making me get used to it would never make me get used to it. In fact, it only gives me more reason to believe that things will eventually get hopeless.
Maybe one day, you’ll wish that I was stronger enough to stay and accept it all
…as I hear myself wishing that it wasn’t too hard to stay and accept it all.