Please stop.

"Right then and there is when I realized I truely hate myself. When I told you, I asked you how that worked for an answer. You were unsatisfied, you cried. I explained to you every single reason as to why I feel the way I do, but it wasn't good enough. Did I make myself feel the way I do? Did anything around me force me to feel this way? Was it you? Was it nothing? Some things are left unexplained, but I will never stop to ask myself these questions every day for the rest of my life."

Nothing. But. The. Truth.

"Give the kid a costume and let him play in it for years, wait until he feels he's comfortable in this new found skin. Point him in the correct direction and lead him to believe he made it there himself. Forget what you knew and keep what you have, for this is the new standard of living. This is the plight that you've waged against, here's a pat on the back. You've made it this far and what don't you have to say about yourself? Cry until your eyes burn red, boast until your mouth tires from running in circles. We are the all absorbing eyes and ears, and we care."

Oh yeah...about that...

"Sometimes everyone is wrapped up in death.
I can feel a ring of frost building around my lips.
You just really want me to say your name,
As if it holds importance in what I mean.
But my jaw will lock, and my mouth with shut,
And I'm of no use to you."