please stop suffering
you are too young to be so sad
you lock the door
let the music scream
as loud as your thoughts
starring in the mirror crying
ugly, ugly, ugly
oh god knows
that i wish i could protect you
every second of everyday,
but the matter of fact is
i can scare away those kids,
i can wave away our parents,
i can’t protect you from yourself
i can only steal so many razors
tell you that you’re beautiful so many times
i’m beating myself
trying to save you
nobody loves me
you utter
i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry
please don’t leave me here
please let me help you
i don’t have the words
to give you what you need
to stay
you just have to believe
its going to be okay