(Old Voice): You still here? Hello? (Me): Yeah… Can’t even kill myself right, though. (Old Voice): Good. You’re not dying today. School’s over. You’re fifteen — get your shit straight. (Me): The fuck you mean, "get it straight"? How you say that when you’ve seen the weight? You know how bad this shit’s been, Barely sleep, barely show up again. (Old Voice): But you got someone now. Someone real. You need to think about her — how she makes you feel. (Me): I know… I want to. I swear I do. But even she don’t see the real view. She sees smiles and laughs and masks I made, Not the shell of lies I wear every day. (Old Voice): And? (Me): What? (Old Voice): She don’t see that. So fix your shit. Don’t let her leave for that. (Me): I’ll try... But I don’t know if I can. I’m cracked. I’m tired. I’m not that man. I fake it in school, just passin' by, Only grade I got is in English — and that’s 'cause I write how I cry. (Old Voice): That’s still you trying, even when it breaks. Even when you're hurting, making all those mistakes. Don’t quit now — don’t lose her, too. She believes in you… Now you gotta believe in you. (Me): ...We'll see. But right now, I’m just trying to breathe.
