You think,
that by forcing me to do things I don't want to do,
that it will make me feel better,
You think,
that yelling, pushing, and screaming will solve any problem,
but every time it just breaks my heart more,
You think,
That because I'm a teenager,
That depression is just a phase,
You think,
That'll grow out of it,
That one day I will be happy,
You think,
that my heart is just game,
and every move you make means nothing in the long run,
You think,
that what your doing here is right,
but you couldn't be so wrong,
You think,
that all the small things won't hurt me in the long run,
but they do, and they tear my heart apart.
