There is strange beauty in nature
Such power in these spring storms
The trees are still-
No quaking branches,
Not even shivering leaves-
Everything seems lifeless
Until a flash fills the air
So bright it could be a photograph
...
Yet nothing follows
There is no thunder, no rain
Just the empty promise,
A hint of what might come
An odd compliment
To the silent and still trees,
Breathing life into every crevice
With each illuminating strike

Oh, my darling
Let me heal your wounds
And dry your tears
For you are worth it
No matter what you think

Oh, my darling
You are brighter than
You could ever think
But you must fight the shadows
That follow the light

Oh, my darling
You don't have to do this alone
Let me in, let me help
You mean more to me
Than anything else

Oh, my darling
Please don't give up
As broken as you are
You are my northern star
I need you to find my direction in life

Surrounded by people,
but I couldn't be more isolated
Groups are by far the loneliest
places in the world

one little cut,
just a tiny little sting
hardly enough to even break the skin

two little cuts,
one deeper than the first
still not enough to finally quench your thirst

three little cuts,
this one hurt some more
how long until three becomes four?

I need convincing I'm worth it
I need someone to fix me
I need to know I'm wanted
Please be the one to help me
It's tearing me apart