What you did earlier, I still can't understand. The words you said, about the hate that's starting to dissipate. About how you're weaker.

I don't know. I can't understand.

Along with these thoughts, I'm starting to ask more questions.

Why are you doing this to me?

Why won't you listen?

Why are you doing this to me when I never wanted anything from that day to happen?

Why am I hated when I was the victim?

Was it really my fault?

Was being young and defenseless really the culprit?

I'm trying to keep going, to keep waiting for the day you'll finally listen — but the urge to leave everything behind is starting to win.