I saved myself a long time ago
from the demons that lived inside
they come around every now and again
but they see the fight in my eyes
I never prayed for a prince to come
and wisk me off my feet
come to my rescue
I am no damsel in distress
I'm the one who will defeat the evil things lurking
My fairytale has long since changed
since the first time I saw the pretty princesses
I do not want a knight in shining armor
but rather a partner in crime

I broke my heart
before you had
the chance to.

She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?

I'm told that I'm depressive,
but I'm not sure what that means.
I guess I have my ups and downs,
My tears they cleanse, they clean

I never seem to turn it off,
the switch is hidden ... lost
I take frustrations out on you
without clear thought of cost

I feel as if it never fades
I'm struggling to breathe
and now I know what causes it
I'm scared you're going to leave

I** saw you.
         It might be you.
             I talked to you.
                     I laughed.
                              I hugged you.
                                       I knew you more.
                                                I fell in love with you.
                                                         I kissed you.
                                                                  I was jealous.
                                                                          I shouted at you.
                                                                                  I broke up with you.
                                                                                           I left you.
                                                                                                    I cried.
                                                                                                             I died.

Writing isn't really my thing.

It never has been and I don't think it ever will be.

But god **** I could write a book about all the things I love about you.