I spent years Climbing walls that People built up against me, Using the rocks I brought down to Build my own. Locked inside a cage I panicked. So I had to stop climbing. I had to stop building. I had to face the fact That I got thrown off of her wall Into my own And mine tumbled to pieces And she was gone before I could See the damage I made.
The old me would always Try and help people Who were hurting even When they didn't want help. But I've made myself sick With worry about Which of them won't show Up at school one day And I've cut myself To stop the voices Saying it's all my fault They hate themselves. I'm not good enough.
I can't say that anymore, Because it isn't true. I can't save those who don't want to be Saved. Especially when no one Wanted to save me And I'm still digging My way out of my cell.