I see your face lowered in shame
You are constantly always taking the blame
You've done nothing wrong but yet filled up with guilt
You seem to be like a plant wilting away
I always grumble at the sacrifices I made
Yet you do so much and don't gain
I can see the tears in your eyes caused by my pain
And I just want you to know I'm sorry for my ways

I always come to you when i’m tired of life
Sticks and stones break bones, words cut like a knife
Sometimes i can’t sleep, i lie awake in my bed
Staring at the sky, dark, like the thoughts in my head
I, often, wonder what happens to the soul when you die
Does it roam free in paradise..can it walk, can it fly?
Will i see my grandparents, uncle, and father there?
Will anyone on earth even notice or care?
Will my body just rot on this bed that i made
While memories of me so soon they will fade
The answer to these questions, i won’t know for a while
So i’ll keep pretending as i walk around with a smile
Because i don’t have the guts to put a blade to this wrist
And i don’t have a gun to blow my brains into bits
So, i’ll keep living the same day every day
And turn to you when i have something to say
Because it’s you i come to when i’m tired of life
Sticks and stones break bones, words cut like a knife..

If you love her, tell her so.
             If you don't, she'll never fully know.
If you love her, notice the little things.
             Like when she changes her style.
If you love her, when she's sad try and make her smile.
             If you love her, hear what she is trying to say.
Think of how she feels.
             If you love her, really know her, know what she would pick or say.
But most importantly if you really love her, when things get rough, stay.