I look in the mirror and my heart breaks a little,
Sleepless nights and cuts on my thighs.
I have an undying hope that tells me that things are going to change and that hope is the oxygen in my lungs.
It picks me up from the ground and makes me walk.
It makes bare the fact that i'm never going to be with you.
It makes me put the blade down.
It gets those thoughts out of my head.
The belief that someday life will be sweet again keeps my weary heart beating.
And that hope is going to make me stop doing this to myself.