Jessica, my name is Jessica.
I am eighteen, yes.
Your holding up 3 fingers.
Damn that light is bright.
No I do not have a concussion.
Who are you people?
They think I'm going crazy,
They think I hit it hard.
Yet here I am
The same as I have ever been.
Excuses, excuses.
I'm not a child anymore.
I don't need your hand
When I fall to the ground.
Yeah, my head hurts
What's the difference,
From today's injury
And yesterday's broken heart?
I'm use to the aching
I'm use to the throbbing.
Why do you suddenly care
That I'm falling apart?
Excuses excuses.
Another concussion,
Just something more
To hide the broken heart.
