How do you kill it?
-The feelings?
The emotion.
-Why would you want to do that?
Why ask why?
-This is important, don't play games.
No games left to play. All it was was a simple question.
-It's a question I can't answer.
Fine, then help me shut them out.
-Now that's not healthy.
Fuck, this shit I'm feeling isn't healthy either.
-But you can change that.
Fuck you.
-There's no need to be hostile, all I want to do is help.
Don't you see? I can't be helped.
-Of course you can, we can try a lot of different...honey, why are you rocking?
-I can't help you if you won't talk to me.
-I can't help you if you won't talk to me.
-Can't help if you won't talk.
-Talk to me.
-If you don't stop rocking, I will have no choice but to call the hospital.
Do it, maybe they will have the fucking answer.
-Shutting everything out is not the answer. You can't live your life like this.
Fuck, I already do.
copyright Dana M. Pellebon October 29, 2006
