By shouting at me.
Do I deserve to get shouted every fucking time.
Can you hear my inner screams?
If not please don't do it again.
But it's not going to happen.
I'll just let them be noises.
It won't hurt that much.
If I can be numb about certain stuffs.
I'm a fucking adult.
23 years old for fuck sake.
Why do I have to report every fucking thing to you?
Why do you even have to call me every fucking 12am.
Does it make me come home faster.
You don't even listen.
How I wish I can tell you anything.
But I can't
Even if I did, you won't understand.
You won't understand the pain.
No one does.
And it's okay.
Or maybe it's not.
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