Your words are glass that you keep spitting out at me
And they're ripping my skin to pieces
And your looks are grenades that you throw right at my face
And I'm picking shrapnel out of my hair
But I can't help myself
I've always liked the way you hurt me.

Loving you is easy, it took no effort at
     all
I loved you instantly, no choice in my
     fall.
The thing is, though, I feel I can only
     hope to be
the person you inexplicably see within
      me.
So you're teaching me to love myself,
     day by day.
And I'm learning that patience is the
     only way,
for complete acceptance of my own
     flaws may be slow
But true self-love is worth each ebb
     and every flow.

Times before I've looked at my own insides,
Delicately moved my own private sword across the flesh
And watched as I proved to myself I was still alive
Despite what I felt inside, I knew what I saw. 
Don't ever call me weak. 
Days before I've stared into the eyes of my tormentor
And pretended nothing was awry though I knew
I knew he'd prove my bravery false later that night
Don't ever call me weak. 
Before, I've dropped pills in my hand, watching them cascade as a waterfall
And let them slide down my throat by the hundreds
Knowing there would be no coming back after I laid down
Waiting for my gentle release
Don't ever call me weak. 
Times before I've walked the halls of school, 
hearing others complain but knowing that was my happy place
Because "home" held such worse torments
Don't ever call me weak. 
Days before I've medicated, taking in more than should have been possible
Knowing that at any moment I could be taken
But never stopping, only going back for more
Don't ever call me weak. 
Before, I've watched with hawk-eyes every morsel that passed my lips
Going days without sustenance 
But knowing it was worth it in the end
Because I had gained control over my life, finally. 
Don't ever call me weak. 
Don't you ever ******* call me weak.

We have that easy, lazy kind of love.
That sleep in late and wake up gently
     to morning kisses kind of love.
A love so simple and genuine
there's no effort involved at all, really.
                        It just is.
I knew from the very start
we were something special, baby,
when your slow smile reached out
to take hold of my heart,
no trying needed.
                       And we just were.
And now, now baby,
we have that beautiful love,
     that lazy kind of love.
And it's sitting together for
     a cup of morning coffee,
And little reminders of affection
     left for surprise.
It's the slow breath in
     after the content sigh
     following a deep kiss in the rain.
And never wanting to leave,
     always returning for
     just one more.
We have that easy love,
     the carefree kind of love.
                      And it just is.

Your control over me is insane.
Do you realize that the words you say
       jiggle round and round my brain,
pounding, pounding,
tearing at me from within
and I can't even begin to make it cease,
this tortuous game
from which there is no release.
pounding, pounding,
You really have no clue, do you?
how much your words affect me,
make me reflect on everything
and the effect is nonstop
pounding, pounding,
causing me to clomp to the brink while
struggling, trying not to sink deep
into the very emotions you cause
by attempting to stop them. The ironic
pounding, pounding,
of a few words, you have no idea
the consequence they bring
and suddenly I'm running,
bounding, bounding,
leaping willingly off the edge.

I slip,
and suddenly I'm underwater
gasping for air,
but my lungs are filled
with the spirits
I can't seem to exhale,
and there's no room
for the oxygen
I so desperately need.

I've fallen,
my brittle bones
cracked from the pressure
of trying to hold up
the demons on my back,
laughing as they press down.
I'll never be able
to stagger back up.

I'm dying,
torn from the inside,
my own voices
driving me to madness
from which there is no
possible escape.
help me, help me,
I don't want this fate.