It breaks me to see how much you struggle to accept a compliment and believe,
because of how you have grown into being defined by what you lack.
So, if it takes me having to remind you that
I've never met anyone who had the drive and motivation to be themselves,
or anyone who would try their hardest to make other feel better,
and every day you struggle with yourself because you can't trust anyone.

And though you see the negatives in yourself,
you have to realize that they are the things that have made you independent and yourself.
They are what make you more wonderful then all the rest.
If I need to remind you of the positives every day,
then that is exactly what I intend to do,
because I don't like seeing you this way.

her pure white skin
dyed with blood
and it had been
her first cut

she sat in the bathroom
music blasting through her earphones
her mind cluttered
she craved the security of death
yet she wanted to live

no one would know
she would mask the ache
keep a straight face

she knew her life was cut short
with that first stroke of the razor

that first cut
turned her into a down spiral
of gloom and terror
a mixed drink
of torment and limitations

but no one care
she just wanted one thing
she wanted to be free

*and she got her wish

I want your face buried in my neck,
and I want to listen to your breathing.

I want you to wake up and tell me,
"I missed you."
So I can say,
"I missed you too."
And I can hold you tighter when you do.

I want to be simple with you,
and I want to be whatever you need me to be.