The boy getting beat by his father will grow up strong, never backing down because he's had to fight his whole life anyways, right?

The girl being ***** by her step dad will grow up loving everyone and hating herself because everytime she looks in the mirror she sees him. But no one can know. So the mask goes on, right?

The 16 year old got pregnant but the daddy bailed, now she's gotta figure out how to care for a baby. She deals with all the stares cause she loves her and now she's just some *** not a regular person, right?

The single dad is raising his daughters as best he can. He knows nothing, just wishing their mom haven't died giving child birth. But now he's looking for help in another woman and suddenly he's incompetent, right?

But I guess what I'm trying to say is everything society as painted on us like big warning labels isn't always right. Right?

i'm holding your breath
so you won't leave me
and i see you slowly suffocating 
i'm too selfish to let go
so instead i suffer with you
i feel your lungs straining
and i ask you to take me in
like i'm the last drag
of your last cigarette 
let me fill your collapsing lungs
the ones that are crumbling into each other
the way we did
i was always your nicotine
and you always knew 
i'd be the end of you
but you couldn't quit me
i always knew
this would end
i'm an addiction out of style
we always knew
we would consume each other
in the worst of ways
so i'll tear you apart
from the inside out
we've always known 
that the smoke in your lungs
has my name on it
i've become a disease
i guess that makes me cancer
or at least 
something just as vile
just as ruthless 
just as deadly
just as selfish 
at least you'll remember me
i guess that all describes me
and i guess the smoke 
describes you too
and it describes us
how we drifted into each other
stealing parts of one another
and setting off again
losing ourselves
but gaining new parts
and maybe the point
is losing yourself in another 
but if we're the smoke
then we're the cancer
we're just as vile
just as ruthless 
just as deadly
just as selfish

[holyoak]

Why did I just do that?
Why can't I do anything right?
Why do I have to eat?
Why do I have to look like this?
Why can't I look like her?
Why can't I tell you anything?
Why do I love this so much?

When you stopped touching me, did you think I would be needy for you?
When you said "its over" , did you think I would cry?
When you walked away, did you think I would crumble?
When you pushed past me with your new *****, did you think I would go crazy?

I did become needy, everyday wishing your ice cold glare would shoot my way just once.
I did cry, all night, wishing I would wake up and realise it was all just a dream.
I did crumble, I fell like a statue in an earth quake and you weren't there to piece me back together.
I did go crazy, but long before your *****... I went crazy the day I met you.

The difference between my consciousness and subconsciousness is so severe,
So severe I fear I must sever the tie between the two.
Two halves of a whole that is me.

One says, "Be happy! Why not?"
And the other says, "Be happy why? Not!"
I feel the weight of the disagreement and I can't wait for it to stop.

My left hand holds the cake,
As the blade in the right "accidentally" slices my left wrist instead.

This fight within myself has left me battle scarred,
But the battle scars on my wrists and thighs
Are no match for the scars on my heart.

She used to yell when i stayed up for four days straight.
She used to cry when I'd come home late.
She used to scream every time i got high.
She used to ask about every cut i tried to hide.
She used to do a lot of things.
She, my mother, used to care...
Now she doesn't even have an ounce to spare.