"I guess what's fucked is that I'm learning to love me but i feel like i need someone to do that for me it's always late when i hear my mother crying she tells me about her nightmares where i'm dying And my mother sings from her lungs like a bird that can't fly like a moth to the light, sticking closer with time I'll be fine on my own, oh i think i want love I want to be alone, want to be left to roam want to call you my own." (This story contains: Eating Disorders, suicidal thoughts, self harm.)