I wanna be a hero
I'm going out of my head
Maybe its the way you say my name
How can I say this without breaking?
Further apart the closer we are
Last night I was on my last breath
My heart, my heart's an empty canvas
I might lose my mind
Did I drive you away?
All I need is a little love in my life.

"Who am I?"
Is the question I keep asking.
“Who am I?”
Is the reason I keep lacking
And as you girls walk by
I think
Oh, what a sight to see
because

I could never be
as sweet and kind as her,
or
as driven and ambitious as her,
or
as smart and unique as her,
or,
as talented and creative as her
or,
as funny or relatable as her

So which traits make me different from the rest?
what traits are mine, the query heavy on my chest?
is there anything which I am the best?

What makes me 'me'?
Is the new question I keep asking
What makes me 'me'?
Is what keeps my worth sinking

do hearts have to be such foolish things?

I wish "home"  is where my heart is.

I want to help you heal
and put you back together.
But how can I,
when I have my own storm to weather?
How can I,
when I need the glue to fix my own cracks?
How can I,
when I'm still struggling to stay on track?
How do I shelter you
and comfort you in pain,
when my own efforts to
heal myself all end in vain?

How can I spend so much time,
worrying about you,
when I'm breaking,
fragile,
and barely holding up too?

The words,
Bang,
Thud,
Echo,
in my head.
They trap me,
cage me,
weigh me down.

"You're stupid"

"You're worthless"

"No one likes you"

I'm imprisoned in my own mind.
Will I ever be free?