how am i supposed to keep you happy
while telling the truth to them
and keeping them happy?

how am i supposed to feel good about myself
when im compromising my choices
for your happiness?

how am i supposed to be happy
when im trying to do everything right
for everyone else?

This trust
Put in me
And put in others
Will corrupt her
And change the way
       she will be looked at
By her mother
The constant worry
And forever holding fear in her eyes
That she'll wake up and hear
"I wish I could die"
That she will wake up
And hear nothing
But the silence that will end her cries
And one night
       with a deathly quiet
That she'll wake up and find
Her blood all over the floor
Is it more
than what she had inside her before?
Was the pain so much
That she had to share it
That she had to wear it
And give it to her parents
And rumors spread around the town
Like a wildfire
And everyone prayed that her spirit
Lifted her higher
To a heaven
Where she could watch
The whole town perish
      and suicide spread
And tears shed in their beds,
Never had she realized before
That her choice
Would open up a door
For teens everywhere
Spreading blood on their floors
And they all joined in the angelic world
Thanks to that girl
That couldn't stand her life
As it ****** and swirled
Her through a roller coaster
As scary as Satan’s hell,
Everyone thought she was doing quite well...

I'm so terrified
that you are my everything
that I'm just another girl, mad for you.

"I bring up your pimples
because it's cute how you try to hide them
and I like to push your buttons.

I wake up every day
and call you
beautiful, sweetheart, darling, cutie, boo
for a reason.

I'm texting you at this very moment for a reason.

I make you a part of every 11:11 wish for a reason.

I worry about what your parents think about me for a reason.

I love you for a reason.

You don't have to be
the prettiest ******* earth
for me to love you.
You just have to be mine
and put up with my **** sometimes

because that's what boyfriend and girlfriend do.

I want to marry you some day Madi.
Why wouldn't I want to see you in that dress,
with your hair done up,
holding your dad's arm,
crying as you hear the words
'you may now kiss the bride'"