Your eyes hold so many tales
That my ears are ready to hear.
The broken reasons of you and your own
Of why you cut, my dear.
Through shattered glass and running tears
I know that you have felt so much.
There are more people like you and I
With hearts too weak to touch.
Why can't they listen? Why can't they see?
There's more to you, I do believe.
Under your long sleeves and jackets
There's something you were hiding from me.
But we can lift each other out of the darkness.
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“Therapy Is About Every Kids Nightmare.
When People Are Telling You That You Need To Get Help, But All You Really Want Is A Hug."
-Alex Gaskarth
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Maybe This Is Me
PoezjaMy brains, my blood, my heart, my friends. It's all I've got. *note* I have something like this already called "Consider Me Dead", But I wanted to start over... take out some things/add things. So, jst to let you guys know.
