I sit in my bed and cry. not for me, never for me, but for you. for the pain you feel, for your leaking tears, for the cuts on you leg that I wish would just go away. for the heart that suffers inside a beautiful young girl. for the broken soul who just wants to go home. I cry because I'm unable to understand, because I don't quite comprehend, and because I can't stop you. because I can't get to you on time, because I can't help you when you need me most. because I am nothing more than a problem to the one person who I love. I cry because you have become my only family and I don't want you to feel obligated to think of me in the same light. I cry for you, for your pain, for you being alone, for you lack of understanding how much I care, for your lack of comprehension in why I think of you how I do. I cry, for you.
