Love I'm sorry I couldn't do more Love I hope That I can help you Love I wish I could kiss all your scars and fix the pain behind them Love I want To help you but I can't if you don't tell me what's wrong Love
I don't want to be a clone, With no thoughts of my own, As if created from a mold, Always to be bought and sold, Never truly feeling whole, Having just an artificial soul, Like a mindless puppet on a shelf,
will you hold me in your arms forever? will you keep me safe through the darkest of my nights? will you catch me when i fall? will you help me stay alive? will you stay with me when i need you the most? will you kiss my wounds in hopes to make them better? will you let me cry on your shoulder if i need to? will you put up with my insanity? will you be the light guiding me to safety? will you be strong with me?
you don't have to,
but even if you don't do this for me, i'll do it for you.
if i had one wish to be granted, i'd wish i could go back in time to when you didn't hurt yourself so i could offer you a hand and a word of advice "don't go down that road because it's hard to travel and even harder to go back"
i'm sorry you ever started self harming in the first place and i wish it had never happened
Something's gone horribly wrong I'm not really sure what it is but Something's gone horribly wrong I was okay just a few minutes ago but now Something's gone horribly wrong I feel empty and alone I don't know what happened but Something's gone horribly wrong I felt like jumping and running and laughing but Something's gone horribly wrong I don't understand what happened it's just that Something's gone horribly wrong Something's Gone Horribly Wrong
My body is shaking Words are spinning Its all in my head That's what they say I can be an actor I can play the part The part of a girl who doesn't battle Depression Of the girl who doesn't hate herself and her body I can play the part well.
I mean no one notices me when I smile all pretty I can play the part Of a girl who has no mental illness Who is not scared that one day she will break And no one can fix her Yet everyone looks at me Like I am a painting on display. I am covered in figurative blood My mind made it appear Its all over the walls
I can play the part of a innocent little girl, Well I already do. But all you see is my anger I cover up my broken prices. I swept them under the rug... Do you think they can still exist? Well of course they do. Why did I ask that stupid question.. I ask a lot of stupid questions.
But the dumbest question ever asked is Are you okay? I want to say I'm not But instead say Everything is fine and dandy But I'm gripped by fear.. I am afraid of everything I am mostly scared of breaking I mean the cracks are getting bigger You will be fine The voice in my head says It talks like I am a piece of meat waiting to be inspected.
I have mental illnesses that cause me to be wacky. I have bad feelings. They make me want to cause destruction. I do, cause destruction I make cuts on my arms And cuts on my legs And cuts on my stomach to. But the cuts on my heart are the ones that people cant see They are the ones that hurt the most. In fact they make me who I am
Mental Illnesses are nothing to laugh about You don't know what they went through It makes me crazy thinking the possibilities of being sent to a mental hospital But yet it makes me smile I could be free Free of the chains that hold me down I am already crazy The hospital can't change that They can only lessen it. So yes A mental Illness Isn't fun but they push through and fight against it. They are the winners The ones who beat a mental illness They have won there battle in life. I am just beginning mine.