You know, the things people want to hear.
But what I would want to tell you?
I'd tell you that sometimes my heart hurts so much I want to rip it out of my chest with my own little hands.
I'd tell you that when my family leaves me home alone I cry, because I'm scared they're never coming back.
I'd tell you that there's so much darkness inside me now that I see everything in gray.
I'd tell you how I'm so empty inside I'm about to explode.
I'd tell you how I don't want to have to remember but I'm scared to forget.
I'd tell you that no matter how many people surround me all I feel is alone.
But I can't tell you that.
So I'll tell you my favorite color and what I want to be when I grow up.
At least for now.