I’m in desperate need
Of someone who
Can see the scars on my wrist
And still want to hold my hand

I would set my body aflame if it meant I would feel
warmth from you

Aren’t love stories depressing?
I don’t want to know how happy you are
I don’t want to watch you kiss
Because every second I remember
That practically everyone can find love
But I am amongst the few
The lonely.

Two decades I’ve been on this earth
And never once have I been chosen
Never once held by a lover
Never kissed
And truly...
I’m glad you’ve all figured it out
Because I’d pity anyone who felt like me

I’m glad you’re not alone
But I am.
And I’m trying to figure out
How I’m supposed to live with that

Have you ever been confused about how you feel
Because you're not sure what's real?
Have you ever been filled with dread
because you can't get out of your head?
I have too.
Have you ever been picked on in school
and done something desperate just to make them think you're cool?
Have you ever neglected yourself by pushing your feelings aside
Because you were afraid of what would happen if people found out how much you were hurting inside?
I have too.
What I'm trying to say is if you think you're alone, you're not.
Take it from me. If you can find the courage to ask to talk to someone, it can help alot

I look back and see
My life play out like a movie

I want to change some things
So desperately
That it aches my heart

But other things
I want to keep
so badly
that I will fight
even angels

Oft have I paused to think upon faith and what makes it strong.
The faith to be wise and to know right from wrong.
No not the faith that gives rise for Gods to be born.
But the strength and belief to fight when I am most torn.
I speak of the faith to believe of who I might be.
The faith to know with conviction its enough to be me.
A faith to be sure and a faith with no doubt.
No mumbles in meekness but a voice raised in shout.
So long since my faith was so raised up on high.
So little belief now that there is nought else but to cry.
What can be done to restore faith that is now lost.
With each thought and contemplation at additional cost.
So low now on faith... did I ever really believe?
Perhaps all along... not faith... but only... self deceive?
How can I live a life where all belief of self has faded away.
To what point, without my own faith, to greet the next day.