Why am I sad?
I don’t know.
I never do.

If I could fade into music
I’d fade into
the sound
of you

I hate that you care.
I hate that you do,
because I’m not getting better
anytime soon.
That’s not something I can do.

I hate that you worry.
I hate that you do,
because I can’t take any more worry
just inside this room.
That’s not something I can do.

I hate that you love me.
I hate that you do.
and although I love you,
I’m incredibly afraid
that someday I’ll hurt you.
That’s not something I can do

I hate that you are the only one to fix me
in a world
that just can’t stop breaking.
because emotions are too hard,
feelings too complicated,
and life too scary
when I can’t see my cards,
and I fear that you hate me
for your unique ability
to fix me.
That’s not something I can do.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
I refuse to accept it’s invitation to it’s welcome embrace,
in which I would suffocate.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
I will not join in its catastrophic symphony of darkness
no matter how tempting the sound.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
I dare not risk meeting the mute of that gently wrapped bed,
no matter how much I need the sleep.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
Not if it means leaving you.

“Are you okay?“
somebody asks me.
“Yes.”
I tell them,
but I wish I weren’t lying.

I Would Never Judge You
I Know Nothing
About What You're Going Through
I Just Want To Be There For You.

You Don't Have To Restrain It
Your Doubts, Fears, Insecurities
No Need To Pretend With Me
There's No Hidden Motive.

I'm Just Here For You,
You're Not Alone.