Understood?

No, really, you don't understand.

Things weren't the same.

This is something that is hurting me.

This is something that I've been thinking about for a long time.

Don't tell me that you understand.

Do you know how I feel when I look back at what happened?

About what was shared and what was said and what was felt?

I keep falling. It hits me over and over. Have you felt that?

I know you've had your share of pain.

But don't tell me that you understand.

This was something that took all of me.

That I still can't get over. Will you listen?

In the beginning, all I had was righteous indignation.

Now all of me is spilled out. Now here I am.

So don't tell me that you understand.