Not again.
(Trapped in a tiny little cell.)
Damn you.
(Need to get out, need to get out.)
You piece of s***! Do you have any idea….
(Need to get out, need to get out…)
You’ve ruined my life!
(Clawing my way out, screaming and screaming.)
You’ve torn my heart to shreds and left it bleeding, gasping for breath.
(Tears streaking down my face, the walls closing in, closer and closer.)
Do you have no f***ing consideration for others?
(Sliding down the cold concrete, screaming, screaming one word:)
Do you have any idea how broken I have become?
(Your name. You’re all I need.)
No, no you don’t, because you don’t care.
(Just need you to hold me tight.)
You don’t care about anything. You don’t let anyone in because you’re afraid.
(And tell me that you care.)
You’re afraid of love.
(Wesley, the walls, the ceiling, are getting too close, too close.)
You’re afraid of caring about someone so much that you give your heart up to them.
(Wesley, I can’t breathe.)
You’re afraid of becoming vulnerable.
(I can’t get out, Wes. I can’t get out. Wesley, help me…)
You will never see me like this. Never see how broken I have become.
(Help me!)
Don’t you dare help me.