Clair
My baby girl
My heart
My rock
You're my everything
You keep me grounded
You protected me
You loved me
You annoyed me
You were my sister
My confidant
My friend
My everything
And I'm so sorry baby girl
I'm sorry that we had to let you go
I'm sorry that we gave you away
I never wanted this
I wanted you forever
I wanted my family to satay together
I'm sorry Clair
I'm so sorry baby
I'm so sorry
Clair

Click
The room brightens
Twist
I can see better
Push
The monsters in the closet are gone
Turn
I can relax now

The dark is light
With a button or ****
Changing my whole perspective
Of the room

This body of mine.
Curves and all.
Stretch marks, lumps, and dark spots.
The good the bad and the wonderful.
Yes the wonderful,
Because a body should be celebrated,
And I'm going to celebrate mine,
Because it's the only one I have.
So this body of mine.
This is my message of love to you:
Thank you for putting up with me.
This body of mine.
With all of flaws
Is utter perfection
This body of mine
Is mine,
And I'll dislike it at times, but I will always appreciate it.
So thank you,
This body of mine.

I think that when I’m older
I’ll think back to now
The happenings
Of a 14-year-old
And wish life was still just as simple

But for now
I can’t wait to be older
And it couldn’t come any sooner

7am again, but in my room it's still night
light won't come inside
though the sun already shines
in the highest skies
in the highest skies.

Cold again, laying in my bed
I miss your warmth
I miss your hand
I call you and in the quiet air,
I feel your absence in my veins
killing me again
killing me again.

I need you to teach me
how to see the light
shining upon the sea
I need you to tell me
how am I supposed to breathe
when you're not here.

I look around to find your shadow
in every corner of my world
I see only emptiness
a desert for my inner flowers.
Oh, tell me,
where have you gone
where have you gone?

Alone I'm wandering again
these streets of despair
dead people walking around me
and I know, oh, I know
without your air
I'll soon be one of them.

*I need you to teach me
how to see the light
shining upon the sea
I need you to tell me
how am I supposed to breathe
when you're not here

When you entrust someone with something,
anything,
personal...
What hurts most is
When they use that part of you to strike you,
As if it hadn't hurt you enough already.

When you tell a person something,
anything,
personal...
Expecting them to understand and
Help you
What hurts most is
When they hear it all and don't understand

When you are confused about something,
anything
personal...
Confused so much that it hurts,
And you feel like you need to tell someone,
What hurts most is
Holding it in

What has the potential to hurt most is what you decide for yourself.