It's Nothing You Would Know.

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010. 11:35 - 11:47 p.m.

Sometimes I want to yell in your face that I hate you; even though it isn't true.

I want to hit you and kick you and cry at you until I can't anymore and all you can do is hold me while I sleep off my fears.

But I won't yell or cry at you; I won't hit or kick you.

I'll just try to sleep my fears away on my own.

Because it's all I've ever known to do.

And I know you; you wouldn't hold me even if I begged you to.