You talked about her like
She was your favorite song.
But you cried when she left and
stopped singing along.

But with him you're content,
Even happy I guess.
But I wanted to be the one who
Gave you the best.

I'm not her,
I'm not him.
I'm me,
And I'm hanging on a whim.

I have that spot
Reserved you must say
You try to make me feel special,
To make me feel okay.

And sure,
That may last awhile
Not for long though,
But I surely can fake a smile.

When I'm alone at home,
I cry hot tears,
I lash out on my skin
Because of my invisible fears.

I bet someday,
When I'm thinking of you
I'll do it again
And cut right on cue.