after a while all the thoughts will resurface.
you can shove every sort of pill down my throat,
force me to learn 'skills',
make my parents into new people.
you can fix the world around me but you cant fix me.
and we all know what the real problem is.
its not you, or him, my mom, my dad.
its me.
im the issue and you cant fix a person thats lived 7 years of their life feeling hopless.
yet ill let you try.
cause god knows i wanna be okay.
just like you want me to be.