Dear Mom,
I just wanted to say
that I might be okay.
I forgive you.
I love you.

Yes, I still wear sleeves
that cover up the scars
From your nails that
you would dig into my arms

And yes, I still get sick
when Dad says I should call
I have nothing to say.
Nothing at all.

Sometimes its hard for me
to smile, to laugh, to even talk
But I'm leaning to grow out of it.
I wish you could see me now.

This is to the girl
Who's mind is in a whirl
Thinking she's lost and alone
Broken and on her own

She sits on her bed
and tries not to cry
She smiles at the world
But it tears her up inside

If you are that girl
Listen to me,
It'll be okay.
Just wait and see.

It started as an innocent thing.
Innocent jokes, Innocent talks
about where we see ourselves in
5 years, 10 years, 20 years time.
And through the chatter and laughs
I think I might have fallen for you
and I'm not even sure why but
As we got closer and it started to grow
Rumors started and they spread fast
We didn't care cause we were us
and we had fallen in love.

I just want to say
That I am not in love.
Sure, every time I see him
my heart skips a beat.
And yea, all of our pointless talks
Make me smile for hours.
But that does not mean
I'm in love with him.
When we steal each others pens
kick each other under the desks
and laugh when something is said.
Does that mean I'm in love with him?
We can't be in love. We're only 17.
But the one time he kissed me
Time seemed to stand still
Like there wasn't a world
Outside of his bedroom door.
But that doesn't mean....crap...
I think I'm in love with him.