Don't tell me
Don't tell me I put up a good fight.
I lost. Nothing will change that.
Don't tell me I did well.
I didn't. I failed you, myself, and everyone else.
Don't tell me everything is okay.
Do you think I'm blind? I know the world isn't perfect.
Don't tell me everything will be fine.
Not everyone gets a happy ending.
I don't want lies, even nice ones.
You can pretend everything is okay. You can smile and sing and shut your eyes to everything.
It won't fix things.
You can believe in fairytales.
Actually, I believe in fairytales. The ones like The Little Match Girl, and The Little Mermaid. The ones that don't always end right.
Don't laugh when I worry that something will go wrong. You don't know how much it means to me.
As much as it hurts, I just want you to tell me the truth. The good truth and the bad truth.
The truth about who I am.
The truth about what has happened.
The truth about what is happening.
And as much as you can, the truth about what will happen.
That's what I want.