What can you say?
When you love someone
Who hurts themselves

            I'm here for you.

                I love you.

                    It will be okay.

A bird sits in a cage.
      Waiting for the day he is set free
               He sings bright and clear at first
        But as the days drag on and on
                The song dims and dips
              He's so alone,
                    So afraid,
                      That he'll never get out.
                     He starts to panic
                   To flutter and fade.
                 He tries to fly away
               But the bars stop him
                       He's trapped.

             My heart is the bird.
                     My ribs the cage.
                           And I'm afraid.
                                So lost and afraid.
                                      Help me fly away.
                                                                         please......

I feel helpless.
Like I'm gonna lose you.
And that scares me.
I'm afraid.
And lost.
But I know I'm not fragile.
I know I'm strong.
And I know I can do this.
But I'm afraid of losing the ones I love along the way.

i beat the **** out of my leg and try not to limp
i run a pen along my skin until it hurts
i dig my fingernails into my neck in the middle of class
i go into the bathroom and hope no one hears as i make myself bleed

As we're driving i smile and nod
But inside I feel like I'm being torn apart
Like I'm being dragged away
Ripped out of the colors that make up life
As we drive further and further the world is slowly turning grey
Without you in it I feel like I'm fading away
The sunlight is too bright
The air too cold
The blade in my back pocket weighing me down
Calling for my attention
It hurts but I promised to be strong

i hate my parents
always trying to one up each other
always acting like i might pick a side
like i might say i want to live with the other one
i hate that they always compete
saying things like
"oh he's taking you to see his family for a week?"
"well guess what I'm taking you to see mine for two"
and little things too
back handed comments and gifts
i hate that every night sense getting back I've cried my self to sleep
that I've cried more in the past day that I've been home
than I did while I was away