SEE IT’S NOT AS SIMPLE AS A BROKEN BONE OR A FEVER. IT’S LIKE HAVING AN INOPERABLE TUMOR. THIS STUPID THING IN YOU WILL **** YOU AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. ALL YOU CAN THINK IS “I’M GOING TO DIE” OVER AND OVER AGAIN. JUST, THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THAT **** TUMOR AND A MENTAL ILLNESS IS HOW AT LEAST YOU CAN ******* SEE IT. PEOPLE DON’T ASK FOR PROOF. THEY FEEL BAD AND WHEN YOU DO DIE NO ONE SAYS “WE DIDN’T SEE IT COMING.”

WHEN YOU MEET SOMEONE WHO MAKES YOUR HEART POUND SO HARD IN YOUR CHEST YOU CAN’T FOCUS OR MAKES YOU SO NERVOUS YOU RESORT TO TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER OR HOW EVERY TIME THEY TOUCH YOU, YOU FORGET HOW TO BREATHE; YOU WILL FORGET WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE ALONE. YOU WILL TRY TO BE A BETTER PERSON FOR THEM. YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF COMPLETELY AND PATHETICALLY IN LOVE WITH THEM AND YOU WON’T BE SCARED ANYMORE.

YOU NUMB OUT THE PAIN. YOU REFUSE TO LET IT TAKE OVER. AMPUTATE YOUR INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS AND REPLACE THEM WITH SOMETHING THAT COULD ACTUALLY DO YOU SOME GOOD. TELL YOURSELF THAT ALL OF THIS CAN BE MANAGED. COACH YOURSELF INTO REACHING OUT WHEN YOU START HURTING AGAIN. BECAUSE MAYBE THIS WILL BE THE HARDEST THING YOU EVER DO BUT AT LEAST YOU WON’T BE ALONE.

I have too many feelings for my own good and maybe they don't keep me up at night, but they sure make me tired enough to sleep for months. I guess the difference is that since I can still hold a job and put my shoes on, I don't have a right to be distraught for no reason. Just because you can't see my eternal rain cloud doesn't mean I can't feel it. Seeing is believing, but my smile can be deceiving. Look, I don't expect you to understand or help me up. I just want you to leave me the **** alone.

Love yourself as much as someone else should.
Love yourself as much as you said you would that one time when you were happy and before you felt sad again.
Love yourself as much as you ******* should because you don't have a good enough reason to think you shouldn't.

Just swallow it.
Swallow everything you thought you knew about me
Because I’m as vast and vacant as the ocean
And we’ll both get lost before you understand.
See, you think monsters only exist under beds or in the dark,
But the only monsters I’ve seen are in my brain.
So I guess that’s why I’m more afraid of being alone
Than in the dark.
See, it’s the unknown that scares us the most.
Whether it’s our thoughts or the water beneath us,
It’s all the same.
We don’t know where we’re going
And we’re too scared to go find out.
So, we sit.
We sit and we think too much
And we end up killing ourselves
Before the world around us has the chance to.

WITH YOU ON MY MIND IT’S LIKE I’M SEEING STARS. EVERYTHING IS SO BRIGHT I CAN’T SEE STRAIGHT AND JUST BY HOLDING MY HAND YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY. I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW ******* LUCKY I AM THAT IN A WORLD AS BIG AS THIS I FOUND SOMEONE WHO MAKES ME FEEL LIKE FIRE AND NOTHING CAN PUT MY FEELINGS OUT.

I was cursed with too many feelings, and a voice too loud. Even though I could articulate every thought that crossed my mind, it never occurred to me that you could say how you feel without saying anything at all. That silence could speak louder than I could. You’ve said more about how you feel with your hands than my voice ever could. You never needed to tell me. You loved me with your entire being and you never needed to use your words.

I’d rather smoke myself out with cigarettes than miss you. Either way my lungs are going to burn so I’d rather be able to control it. You aren’t coming back and it hurts more than a cigarette ever could and ’m going to die anyway, so why not? It’s like you took the part of me that cared. The part that used to tell me “yeah... um... don’t do that??” and all that’s left is the fire burning my insides. Maybe I’m being too cynical, but you don’t know what it’s like to have your heart ripped out your chest 20 minutes after you wake up. Having to hold your mom while she can’t breathe. More often than not I feel empty and I can’t explain why. So yeah, I smoke because I’m trying not to feel. Wouldn’t you?

YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A RAINBOW IS SHINING OUT OF MY FACE AND YOU MAKE ME WANT TO SMILE AGAIN BECAUSE IT’S ALMOST AS IF I GET BETTER SO WILL YOU AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU TO BE BETTER AGAIN. I WANT TO SEE THAT ADORABLE LITTLE GRIN YOU MAKE WHEN YOU MAKE ME LAUGH OR HOW YOU BITE YOUR LIP WHEN YOU PLAY WITH MY **** AND IT’S LIKE EVERY TIME I SEE YOU I’M REMINDED OF THE FIRST MOMENTS WE SPENT TOGETHER AND HOW I FALL MORE IN LOVE WITH YOU. I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK AND BACK AND BACK AND BACK.

You came just as things began to settle. Like dust in an empty house. The windows are broken and the door is sealed shut, but that didn’t stop you from fixing it right up. You didn’t leave me in the dark to collect more dust. You left the light on and made sure I came back home.

It’s like no matter what I do my thoughts always come back to haunt me and I mean I don’t mind the company but please quiet the **** down. I can’t see clearly and I feel my body shaking. Just leave me alone. I’d rather be lonely than dead.

My mind is a puzzle that lost all of its pieces and I was already having trouble finding all of the loose ends but you’re making my heart melt in my chest and I forgot what I was supposed to be doing and your eyes are just the perfect shade of brown and I can’t stop thinking about how your hand looks wrapped around my own and everything else seems to disappear. Since you came, the stars seem to be brighter, and I started to listen to my music a bit louder to make sure I heard every word correctly, so when I told you I love you it was true because as fuzzy as everything is, I’m seeing you crystal clear.

People say that when you die your entire life flashes before your eyes. 7 minutes and then you cease to exist. They say to make it worth watching. Implying that you have to leave some sort of legacy behind to make it “worth it”. I don’t want to save millions of people, or even to be remembered by in some sort of massive way. I just need to be remembered by you. If I were to die tomorrow, and my life were to be played back to me, the moments I would want to see are the ones that I shared with you. If that isn’t worth watching, I don’t know what is.

I’m getting bad again. Not the “I’m going to join a biker gang and drink whiskey.” No, it’s the “don’t keep the lights on, I’m never coming back” sort of feeling. How I can’t really tell you how I feel, and I don’t know why. So, please. Just let me go. It’s not that I want to do this to you. It’s that I want to do this to myself.

I’m stuttering, puttering. Any word you can think of to fill the void between “I don’t know” and “I know”. "Sometimes" works sometimes, but "always" works never. I just want to be able to say “this is how I feel” and tell you “why?” without feeling like my head will explode. I’m not a definition, or a number on a spectrum. I am a person, and my feelings should be more than just words to you.

Please don't tell me I am beautiful if you can't see past my sadness. Please don't tell me I'm kind unless you plan to walk a mile in my shoes. My body was a temple. Like a castle, it was guarded by a dragon and surrounded by a moat. Now I was left for dead, and my carcass is a museum for what happened to me. Just, I may not be able to change what happened, but I can and will choose where I go from here. My past is no longer in control. I am strong and thank god I stayed that way. My walls may have started crumbling down and yeah, the roof is caving in but things like that can be fixed. I will be fixed. You never come out the way you came, and I will make my own path out.

I had always hoped that I would get better, and I'd be able to go a day without thinking about death or crying or thinking about hurting myself. These days come and go, and I guess more or less I'm better than I've been. It's become easier to stare at the sun and actually be able to feel the warmth on my skin. It's become easier to breath, and maybe one day I won't want to die anymore. I can keep hoping all of these things come true and I can keep wishing I'll be better. What I'm trying to say is that I'm done wishing and hoping for change. My emotions are my own and I'm going to grab it by it's throat and tell it to cooperate. I'm done suffering. I'm done feeling this way. I will tie it to a tree and leave it out in the woods if I have to. This is my life, and I'm going to start living it.

I would like to drown my soul in happiness, and since I found you
That much has become true
I was scared that luck wouldn't follow through,
But believing can certainly help you
Even if we might be going down
I'll gladly go down swinging if it meant I got to spend more time with you
My only worry was you'd catch my cold
Full of acid and no soul
Bleaching the flowers in my heart,
And destroying every piece of my soft thoughts
I was afraid you'd cut yourself on my missing pieces,
But you've helped me find new ones
All I know is
I fell head over heals,
And you didn't hesitate to catch me

I have carved more lines in my thighs and up my hips, than there are trees in the forest behind my home. I have burned down more bridges than there are birds in the sky. I guess I have a knack for destroying, and a bad habit of letting go, because more often than not I feel like a noose hanging around your throat every time you don't speak and I don't want to be left alone so I guess I leave before I'm left. I've lost myself in an open field, and I'm too stubborn to run after myself. I'm blinded by the flowers and distracted by the sun, because the next thing I knew was that I was gone. There's no such thing as a search party for souls. There's no such thing as loving and letting go, and there's no such thing as a happy ending. So, I guess we're all ****** then.

I told you I wanted to be buried in a meadow. Drowned by wild flowers and the breeze. I told you that I wanted to know why birds sang and why the ocean never stopped kissing the shore. I told you that I wanted someone to love me the way a baby loves their mother, cradled in her arms fast asleep. I don't think you ever got what I was talking about. How you didn't understand that I was the broken one. My thoughts are as loud as the leafs being crushed underneath my feet in the autumn, and they are as quiet as the snow that swallows my lawn whole. My mind is a forest fire. Everything in it's path is destroyed, and there aren't any survivors. I told you that someone like me isn't worth caring for. That you might as well run while you still can. I don't think you heard me clearly because you told me that now that I'm in your life, you can't stand the thought of losing me.

My mood changes like the autumn breeze. I freeze like lakes in the middle of winter, and I burn bridges like pasty children turning red in the summer.  I feel things so deeply, the ocean has become jealous. There is neither a real explanation to my actions  nor does it include any planning. One thing that has become clear is that I need no protection. I don't need a mote, crocodiles or a dragon to protect my temple. No, I will **** you with my words and I will set you to rest with kindness. Don't try to understand me, for  you will die trying.

I don't think that people fall out of love. That if you truly felt that way, it never changes. I think many people feel lust, and lust fades. Love can't. Love changes with the seasons, but just like the sun, it doesn't simply disappear. I fell in love with you. As sad or naïve as it is, it won't ever fade.

For you are my stars, my moon and my entire night sky.

If it was only human
I would feel it when I breathe
If it was only human,
I could simply leave
I only ever crash and break down
Words in my head
Knives in my heart
All of my fears are killing me
I lost my sight
I can no longer feel your touch
There’s nowhere I would be able to fall apart
No one will learn
No one will care
In the silence I will never return.

When I look in the mirror,
The girl who doesn’t know me
Tells me everyday
There’s two voices
One tells you that you need it all
                                                    Grab it with both hands and never let go
                                                    To make it your own
The other part says to give it time
                                                    Don’t let it consume you
                                                    Leave it be
The war in my mind
The battle's being fought
                                                  Are creating chaos
                                                 I have too many thoughts
What she doesn’t know is
When there's
The greed
And pride
There is also,
Sadness,
                                               The part that says “**** it all”
                                               The part that wants to leave
Darkness is all I see when it rushes over me
The girl in the mirror
She says to me
                                                Not to worry
                                                Not to mind.
                                                There’s a way out
That never occurred to me
                                                I have to figure it out
                                                I have to open my mind.
Until I do,
                                               The war will never be over
                                               The fight will never be done
                                               The chaos will wage on
I will never be fine.

I look in the mirror
And all I see
Is this girl
Who doesn’t know me
She asked why I look tired
                  Why I look like a liar
I said I’m just fine
          I don’t want to die
She said people care
               It doesn’t seem fair
To want to live
To want to die
Why do you keep up the lie?
There’s a knock on my door
There’s a crick in the floor boards
With nowhere to run
With nowhere to hide
All I remember is saying goodbye

I am your closet,
Full of bones
I am your darkness
Full of souls
There’s no escape,
Just stay awake, and you’ll make it home sweet home.
Don’t under estimate the degree in which we’ll suffer
It’s an ocean
It’s a sea
There’s an entire world, you’ve never seen.
Dragging us down
Squeezing our throats
Do you think that it’ll ever leave us alone?
I’ve been hoping
I’ve been praying
That I’ll make it home sweet home.

I look around the quiet hallways and all I can think of are what flower is your favorite. I haven’t said a word in over an hour, but the screaming in my head is making it hard to concentrate. I've never been good at saying goodbye and I don’t think I ever want to.

If you want to know what I see,
Take a look around when you close your eyes.
If you want to know how I feel,
Think about the last time you cried.
You asked me to show you what it’s like on the inside,
But from the looks of my body,
You already know.

With my eyes closed, all I see is red.
Hurting seems to be the only real thing I feel.
My arms and legs outline my internal damnation
I wish I could ask for help
But I guess it’s too late for me.

My sorrow tortures me, but I can’t express myself.
The transfer from my mind to my fingertips is lost somewhere between my mouth and heart.
My words get twisted up and I just spit out foolishness.
I feel everything so deeply
Just I have nothing to show for it.

People spoke about how cigarettes **** people
I never smoked, but I still feel a burning sensation in my lungs
People said alcohol tears people apart
But I didn’t need it to push everyone away
People never talk about how one day I would want to rip my body apart
How you’d become trapped in your own head
They never talked about the things that hurt the most
Things that take you by the throat and never let go
How being alone became the only thing I know
I only ever allowed myself to bask in people.
I sunk my teeth into them like a snake releasing venom
And allowed myself to be consumed by them
I was never one for drugs or money
The only things that have ever hurt me,
Had eyes littered with stars, and hearts filled with dust.

She wanted to break hearts, but she didn’t know how to raise her words and not her voice. Instead of raising her fists, she raised her nose so high she toppled over. She didn’t know what it was like to fall apart, and maybe that’s why she was the one with the broken heart. She wished that she could have a body that killed and a mind that paralyzed. Instead, she was left with a smile that was questionable, and eyes that said more than she ever will. She wanted to be a secret. To be able to tell people that they didn’t know her, but she was as obvious as an ink stain. Her feelings can’t be washed out. Her mind was an open book, and no one wanted to read it.

I have been searching for a place to call my own, and once I was brave enough to admit I was lost; I found you. My home is where my heart is, and my heart is yours. As often as it’s stormy in my head, and no matter how often it’s raining, you always somehow bring the sun out again.
After you came, I no longer felt lost. I found two roads that diverged in a yellow wood, and I, I took a lonely road. To find peace in my soul and that has made all the difference. It has never mattered to me where you start, but where you end. How you get there was always the most important story. I hope that you help me to wherever it is I want to go.
Describing how you make me feel is like describing how water tastes. It’s nothing but good and in my heart, I know; just to put it into words seems improbable. All I know is that I was lost and searching for a home and all I can really say is that the search is over.

If I came home screaming I want to die, my family would stare through me blankly and continue on with their day. They would continue to say that I can’t possibly be depressed. How these feelings mean nothing. How I’m being dramatic. I’m sorry that every time I’m alone, I want to die. Every time I ******* think of her I want to slit my throat and go be with her. How I hate how I feel this way and I feel like I’m falling apart. How much proof do you need? Do you want to see my scars? Here: look at my arms, look at my wrists. How can you possibly think any of this is normal? If the sky was green and my hair turned blue, would you believe me then? My body is in as much pain as my mind. I know what it’s like to be hurting inside and out. Though none of this matters… no one cares… I’m just wasting my breath.

I want to be buried in the same dirt as wild flowers, and the same place that my favorite trees once grew. Not in a field with other rotting bodies doomed like me. I want to be buried in a place with some hope. Mostly because it seems that these days I have none, and maybe if my memory lives on with hope-that may cause a chain reaction and no one will be ****** in by sadness. In all honesty, I wish I didn’t feel like this. I wish that I always saw the beauty in the world and, instead of just sometimes. To be able to live like that; seems impossible, and that’s why I wish to be buried among change. Maybe that way, I will too.

There are moments when I want to take my arms and make a cut so deep all of my pain comes pouring out. I want to watch it disappear and maybe disappear too. I can hardly breathe. I never thought that anyone could live like this, and I was right. No one is living in this state of mind; hence they are only surviving. The pain and agony fuses with your bones and frankly it’s an awful structure. With the words “hurt yourself, hurt yourself” resonating in my mind, It surprises me that I’m still standing. I wish I wasn’t afraid of the dark. I wish I wasn’t afraid of it swallowing me up. I wish I could live without fear of losing myself.

People wear black to cover up their emptiness and say that it’s a fashion statement
We let rings and necklaces litter our bodies to make our cuts and bruises seem beautiful
So soft and so sweet, no one sees.
Our own bodies wrecked beyond repair
While we still give parts to others
Trying to save people from themselves,
They stay oblivious
Actions speak louder than words
So we stay silent
Fighting and fighting
Until we eventually give up
Maybe that action will speak louder than our kind words.

Before I met you, I was stranded out at sea. Clutching onto a deflated life raft and hoping someone would come save me from the crushing waves. You came with every bit and piece to put my raft back together. I’m not saying you saved me, but I’ll be ****** if I don’t say you were a contributing factor.

I’m stuck in the ocean, clutching onto a deflated life raft. Constantly hit by my emotions, drowning me at sea. I am not a ship. I won’t plow through these waves as if they’re ripples. Everything hits me hard, and I’ll be lucky to make it to shore alive.

There are moments when I feel unwelcome in my own home. I feel as if I don’t belong, and my family and friends feel sorry for me. They continue to stay silent. My voice echoes down the hallway. An endless choir, begging to be noticed, but it simply slips from their ears. I feel as if I’m as important as sand. Constantly stepped on, and washed away. There are moments when I am showed some value, but they quickly subside as fast as the ocean swallows me up again. There are no stars in my eyes, and there is nothing colorful about me. I am forgotten. Almost as if I am a tree that fell in the forest. It made a sound. Just no one was listening.

I am neither saying that this is permanent pain, nor a permanent belief. More of a chronic pain, It subsides, but regularly comes back. That every day something happens and for a short time, I am sad. The pain has not yet consumed me. It’s just I’m tired of feeling as if every breath I take will be my last. Living in a constant fear that everything I know is wrong. It’s becoming hard to move away from those thoughts. It’s as if it’s second nature. It festered itself into my subconscious.

What I’m saying is that, there are moments when I forget that I’m sad. That the sun shines brightly on my face, and I feel whole. As each day ends, I lose that warmth and I descend into the dark. There is no sun to keep me warm, only the stars to remind me I am alone. It’s a cycle of finding and losing my mind.

People stopped asking me how I feel, simply because I think that they already knew the answer and they didn’t want to bother with repetition. I turned into a page in a book. Only looked at when needed, only read when I’m wanted. Then I’m put back on the shelf. I feel like people forget about me. That I sort of just fade into the background, because I’m just always there. I am the fly on the wall. Swatted away, and forgotten. There is no real dedication to my existence. Just moments of clarity, and then they go blind again. No matter what it is I am I feel like people stopped caring about me. Maybe it is in a selfish way or maybe it is because I became good at hiding my feelings. I feel like the stars in the night sky. Millions and millions of light years away, and I disappear before anyone acknowledges me.

There are moments when I feel unwelcome in my own home. I feel as if I don’t belong, and my family and friends feel sorry for me. They continue to stay silent. My voice echoes down the hallway. An endless choir, begging to be noticed, but it simply slips from their ears. I feel as if I’m as important as sand. Constantly stepped on, and washed away. There are moments when I am showed some value, but they quickly subside as fast as the ocean swallows me up again. There are no stars in my eyes, and there is nothing colorful about me. I am forgotten. Almost as if I am a tree that fell in the forest. It made a sound. Just no one was listening.

Please don’t let a cold touch run shivers down your spine. Don’t let the darkness turn you blind. There is a fire somewhere. The sun is shining brightly right now but my soul feels like stone. I wear my heart on my sleeve, stitched in so tightly that every time I move, it bangs against my wrist. There are more dents and cracks in my heart than I can count. It’s broken beyond repair. You inadvertently found the pieces to make it whole again. I’m scared for when those pieces go missing again.

IF I WAS ABLE TO TAKE EVERYTHING BACK, IT WOULD BE LIKE A FAIRY TALE. I WOULD BE ABLE TO RUN OFF INTO THE SUNSET, WITH THE WORDS “HAPPILY EVER AFTER” IN BOLD OVER MY HEAD. INSTEAD, IT’S JUST A BLANK SCREEN. NO HAPPY ENDING. IN THE DARKNESS, I WASN'T ABLE TO PIN POINT THE SOURCE OF MY PAIN. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TRIGGERED IT, BUT THE BULLET PASSING THROUGH ME HURT ENOUGH. WHAT I’M SAYING IS THAT, I DON’T WANT TO BE FIXED IF YOU’RE JUST GOING TO LEAVE. IF YOU’RE ONLY GOING TO **** ME UP MORE, PLEASE SHOW YOURSELF TO THE DOOR.

There’s nothing beautiful about the crippling words that escape my mouth.
There’s no harmony when I feel as if my heart is going to burst.
I don’t feel happy when I write about sad things
And it seems the more peaceful the words the more awful the situation.
Don’t romanticize pain.
Don’t pretend that sadness is a trend.
Falling apart isn’t something you sign up for.
It’s something you get drafted for.
Forced out of your home into foreign land and forced to live day to day,
Going through the motions
You continue to fight for others but never for your own good.
Depression isn’t a party.
You don’t get presents.
No cake.
It feels as if you’re drowning in shallow water and all you hear is people screaming “get up!”
But walking away
There is nothing beautiful about the sadness that consumes me.

I think that when I tell people that art saved me, I’m not sure that they believe me. That I’m a fool and that art is for the eccentric and the lonely. That a form of entertainment can hold so much meaning to one person may baffle them. Maybe it is *******. Maybe art didn’t save me and I somehow did it myself, but again, isn’t that *******? Art is not only limited to the creation aspect, the classes and the kids with purple hair. It is music. It’s the group of people in the hallway singing their hearts out about a home near and dear to them. It’s the girls in the bathroom fixing their make-up, thinking that is all that matters. It’s the boys in the playground, talking about life and busting on each other. It’s the kids who come home crying because they had an anxiety attack in the middle of English class and the teacher told them to leave because they were causing a distraction. The kids walking into class, who have their headphones blaring because music makes more sense than what the teacher has on the board. If home is where the heart is then my home is any place on earth. If you tell someone that art saved you, and they ask how, just tell them that ignorance is bliss and the fact that they don’t understand says more about their life than you explaining it to them ever will.

I WANT TO WRITE FALL OUT BOY SONGS ABOUT YOU. SOMETHING THAT WOULD TAKE YOUR SADNESS AWAY AND AT THE SAME TIME YOU’D HEAR A NICE TUNE. I WANT YOU TO FEEL THE WAY I DO WHEN THE SUN TOUCHES MY SKIN SO YOU WON’T BE SCARED IF STARTS TO BE CLOUDY. THE STORM MIGHT BE SCARY BUT I PROMISE YOU I WON’T LET GO OF YOUR HAND.

People wear black to cover up the emptiness of their soul
We wear rings and necklaces and say “I’m okay”
So nice and so kind, no one sees.
Our own bodies wrecked beyond repair
While we still give parts to others
Trying to save people from sadness,
They don’t have a clue
Actions speak louder than words
So we stay silent
Alone, I’m just surviving
So it doesn't matter if I stop living.

If I end up with you, all of the mangled parts of my heart will mend together like stained glass
Broken and beautiful
I need your soft words to help me be calm,
To keep me from falling into myself
Trapped inside this labyrinth of sadness and confusion
So far, people have just walked by my empty shell of a person
Simply because they thought someone was home
I don’t want to be the person who pretends to be warm, when I’m ice cold
I hate being the person who says it’s okay to tell your story,
Yet I never finish a chapter
I am like the moon
Never completely exposed

I would like to drown my soul in happiness,
And as long as I look at it that way, no one will play games with me.
I was hoping since I believed in lick
Maybe it would help me out but I haven’t been fortunate enough for that.
I guess love never wanted me, but I found you anyway.
We might be going down
But I will go down swinging if it means I get to spend a night with you
I used to think my mind was acid
That’s why the flowers in my heart kept dying
I don’t want you to cut yourself on my broken pieces
But instead replace them with new ones
Just know
When I inevitably fall for you
I will fall hard
So please
Catch me.