For a generation labeled as "Reckless" we only seem to be reckless to ourselves.

I*  am  not  weak.
I am strong.
I will get through this.
It may be eating me alive,
but i'll end its hunger.
I am not weak.
I  am  a  *survivor.

I drew lines between us
When I chose to draw lines
Across my skin*

But what I can’t say out loud

The words that are stuck,
Pitted in my chest
Which sometimes make it hard to breathe

What I’ve been desperate to tell you
Is:

*I’d rather see cracks in my skin
Than feel holes in my heart.

You were my words;
When I wanted to write a million

You were a race,
And **** I never seemed to win

You were the stars,
How we both drank them up
Like lightning
We fell so fast

You were my breath
Which ended when we did

You were the spring
That fell out of each step

You were a light in my eyes,
Now mine flicker occasionally

You were my smile,
Which can’t help but falter

You are my mistake
The best one I’ve ever made

She would have given anything
if she could have stopped their pain
with hers.