Succumb to me and I'll show you what it feels like to be free
I'd have sailed across the ocean on the remains of a tin roof if it meant I could hold your hand
No sails no ore no compass just my need to touch you guiding my path
The list of things I'd have done to hold you once more is longer than my list of things I need to do
You are distance you are pain you are the anxiety that sneaks in thru the crevices and threatens to take my breath for a second longer each time
You are the weight of the world on my shoulders you are the downfall to my rise you are the broken things I put into boxes and leave on the sidewalk for the garbage men to take
Oh how I would have loved to love you oh I would have loved to show you
But I cannot love things that are broken I only have room for my brokenness
I can't hold you up for your grief is to heavy
Your drepression your anxiety your emotions were no match for mine
You don't fit into the boxes and neither do I
But I want to fit. I want to belong I want to fit so you will take me along
Break me down tear me apart take only what you adore and leave the rest
This is how I became half a woman half a smile half alive
Everyone takes what they love and leaves behind the things they don't like
There is more of me than what you see
I smile but it's empty I love but it's hallow for I am still traveling on the ocean just to touch you

Monsters are real you see.
Yet they don't hide under your bed.
Rather they live inside your head.
They are memories from the past.
There rembering all your mistakes. There calories in food.
There the drepression you face.
There the voices in your head.
There the reflection in the  mirror.
There scars you hide.
Everyone has monster's inside.
Some have more than others.
Some can fight them no problem.
While others it's a constant war.
Those who battle this war may fall weak here and there.
After all it's tiring fighting a constant  war.
That's why some turn to anseptics.
That just cause more self hate.
The war may never end.
But hopefully you'll find a price or princess.
One that can help you through your struggles.
Who will stick by you and show you true love.
Together you could fix each other.
Together you could win this war.

I began to recover.
No more fresh cuts.
Eating enough.
Then my drepression scrape.
My anxiety got worse.
I was doing so well.
Then I got hurt.
I fell in love with self destruction.
So when I fell in hard times.
I said **** recovery.
I grabbed the blade.
I skipped meals.
The blood,
The scars,
The hunger,
The pain.
Gave me power.
Yet again I say hello my old friends.