"You're too young!"
"You can't possibly know what the world is like!"
"You haven't experienced anything yet, little girl!"
They scream until they're lungs are deflated and raw, just explaining how I'll never understand how this world is such a fucked up place where we will soon all die, leaving nothing but staring at a blank wall and being trapped in a box too small to breathe.
Yet, when I'm finally gone, they'll all lower their voices and ask in the sweetest tone,
"Who hurt you, darling? Who could make you feel so useless that you wouldn't blossom?"
But, they'll never know that they were the people cutting off my oxygen, and my willing power to go on.
