The difference is hidden in how I feel even when you're gone.
I still feel whole,
Like a part of me is just somewhere else
But it will be back,
Because it said it would be.
And I don't feel like I'm going to die
Every time I wake up alone
Or rest my head
In my own hands
Because that doesn't mean that
I've crumbled,
It only means I can hold myself together.

When it pours, take my hand
and I'll help you find the music to dance to amongst the raindrops -
If you listen closely, my heart beats to the same rhythm as the lost notes from your favorite childhood song.
When it's dark, follow my flashlight -
I'll lead you into my fort of blankets
And keep you warm through the night.

Calm doesn't work for me
Because when I am still,
I climb the walls of my mind
Like I tear at my skin
And pick at my fingers. 

If I'm not having fun, I'm just slowly dying.

Someday the words will come,
Before I can draw my sword and straighten my shoulders.
They'll burst from my mouth like a gunshot,
A blast from the cannon in my chest.

Once I'm ignited, there's no stopping the war.

If I could collect all the tears I've cried
And hand them back to the persons responsible,
Some of you would be dry as the summer sun,
others may be soaked.
But somehow I'll still be the one
Who drowns in the end.

It's always blown me away how people can sleep with a sweatshirt on -
That burns me up,
Chokes me.

It wasn't until now,
Now that I sleep alone in the dead of winter,
Desperately trying to be my own best friend,
Doing my best to hold myself together,
That I've realized
The more layers I wear,
The longer it should take for me to fall completely apart.

I punched my reflection, square in the jaw
And she showed me who I really am.

My friends are made of cement,
Hard as statues,
never bending to the winds of change
No matter how wild the storms rage.
Somehow they chose me
To join their monument,
Although my corners crumble
And my creases are no longer defined-
I'm not as sturdy as I should be.
How do you ask a statue if you may lean on it?