the moon has no light
yet she still shines
and you can see her standing out
in the cold black sky

and the sun helps the moon
because I guess that's what friends are for
although the moon has never helped the sun
before

and its not a two way street
and the sun doesn't except anything back
he only needs to know the moon will shine
whenever they sky is black

maybe my mother
neglected me a little
but she still bent over backwards
so I could have an education.

and my daddy's in the army
and he's been to third world countries
and he's seen so much suffering
and some of his friends are dead
yet he still goes there
and he still smiles when he greets me
in the morning.

and maybe my sister saved me
when no one else would
just by smiling at me
the way a toddler should

and maybe my best friend
has never even met me
but she knows more than myself
and she's never left once

and maybe the only boy I ever liked
turned out to be slightly heartless
and nothing actually happened
and I don't like to pretend it did

and maybe at some points
in my short life
a video game would be the only
comfort

but any form of comfort I find I grip
a little too hard
and maybe it hurts them
at the start
and that's why they wriggle away
like a fish
in someone's hand

I was broken

you did not fix me

instead you threw pretty words in my ears
traced the indentations over my wrists
and said;
'never open them again'

but I did
I couldn't help it

you were here all night and gone the next morning
like a one night stand on a film
and the viewer keeps pressing rewind

you did not understand that
Satan
played with my mind like a toy

and voices filled the silence that you didn't;

I was the shell that you couldn't fill
abandoned on a beach to be washed away
by the slow tide

chilling to the bone

you do not and never will understand

not wanting to live
and wanting to die

are two very different things

with a heart
as sensitive as yours
you can never be too safe

as gentle as a butterfly
and as fragile as a flower

i kiss your cheek
as if i am kissing the soft spot
on a newborn baby's head

and blessed is the woman
to touch you as if you are made of glass

i wanted to stay
but you didn't want the same

so i ripped the wings off the butterflies
and tore the flower petals off one by one
and i dropped your heart from my window
so it shattered into a million pieces

and i hope you felt every bit of it

i sit alone
alone, but with a voice in my head

the voice that reminds me you exist
and are getting along fine without me

the voice that reminds me my calorie intake
and that i am not a size 4

the voice that reminds me someone has glanced at my wrist
and will never look at me the same way again

the voice that exaggerates any imperfection
except the ones on you

the voice that keeps me company at night
but not the way i want it to