When i saw the cuts on your arms
I pondered why you would put yourself in harm
I hoped they were marks for a surgeon's saw
To cut inside of you
And to pull the depression out of deep inside of you
But since all i could do
Was stand there and watch
Like a million days of starless nights
Just watch and ask
But i never pried
All i just did was watch you
Suffer in the dark
i just wish i could do something
Anything to help you
To make you see that none of us are perfect
And none of us are are imperfect
That you stop seeing yourself as a liability
But a privilege and a gift
That you can see yourself as rough around the edges
That your quirky and sweet
You make me laugh
And smile
But you can't see that about yourself and that is what hurts me most of all
Even while i was battling depression
With nothing more than a book and a pen
While i sobbed and wrote everything
From the leaf outside to the cruel laugh of a violinist
It was never perfect, i never came close to creating a masterpiece
But then i realized
Even thieves and cutthroats have something to live for
Even if it's the end of a surgeon's saw
