What are you finding?
What do you see in me?
Why are you so in love with me?
Would you kiss these lips if you knew a razor had kissed my wrists?
Do you know what type of person you are fighting for?
All of these questions swirl around
Creating mini tornadoes in my mind
Wreaking havoc
Until
You take my arms
Put your lips against the scars
And tell me that I am beautiful
You tell me that you know about my love affair with depression
But you don't care you're willing to fight.

You know what you're fighting for
And you're willing to do everything in your power
To save me