you say that, “no one’s going to listen, and no one understands” so there’s no open doors and there’s no way to get through there’s no other witnesses, just us two there’s two people living in one small room from your two half-families tearing at you two ways to tell the story (no one worries) two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry two people talking inside your brain two people believing that i’m the one to blame two different voices coming out of your mouth while i’m too cold to care and too sick to shout you had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare you were just a little kid, and they cut your hair then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying they should have listened, they thought that you were lying
