Paramore One Shots

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Why can't you hear me?

I'm crying, screaming at you, but you won't hear me.

You've seen everything already. Tear stained cheeks with running mascara. Getting drunk night after night.

You saw me pushing you away and you let me. You let me fall further and further into this hole, and did nothing to catch me, so why should I trust you?

You ask me, "why didn't you tell me?". What do I say to such a ridiculous question?

When you're falling from a cliff, hands tied, mouth taped, I can only hope you'll see my eyes. My tear stained cheeks, screaming for your help.

But that's where the problem lies. I'm not falling. I'm standing here, staring down at the water. We don't live in a place eccentric enough for a cliff, let alone an accessible bridge tall enough. I could tell you if I wanted to. It's passed the point where I'm even bothered with hiding it. Of course I'll still smile when you bring me back to reality after staring off plainly for a few minutes. But any lie more than a simple nod 'yes' is something I won't bother with.

I don't have an excuse to hate you. Not a valid one, anyway. You watched me fall— no. You watched me...you let me push you away. That's not a valid reason because i didn't tell you. How could I expect you to know?

But now, what the fuck are you doing? Help me please before I take it into my own hands.

You know now. You know. You know about all of my feelings. You know about summer. You know about the food. You know about my childhood. You know about my leg. You said you cared and I believed you.

How stupid of me.

Does my excuse make sense yet? You let me push you away everyday. You let me push everyone away. You're watching me struggle even though you heard me screaming at you for help.

Can I hate you now?

I want to hate you so badly and I do. But you don't deserve it. You're just some innocent soul who got sucked into my mess. An innocent soul with beautiful skin, soft curls, deep brown eyes, a perfect person. Why would you know how to deal with it?

No matter how much I try to justify my excuse, it's not fair. None of this is fair on you, so are you doing this to me as revenge? I can't have been that important to you that our break up made you want to do this to me.

What am I even saying. I did this to myself. But it could've been over if you had just made some different decisions. You're not kicking me while I'm down, youre just standing there. Not helping me up. That in its own sense is bad enough.

Because soon, I will be falling.

When it's over, will you fall to your knees and wish you took my hands and helped me, instead of staring me down? Will everyone blame you for knowing, and doing nothing? Will they hate you the way I do, you innocent soul?

Why won't you hear me?

I'm still here...crying and screaming, waiting for you, but you won't hear me. You won't ever hear me.

Soon, I will be falling.

The pressure on my body and the coldness, the wind, will it ever end?

It will, when I let go