Bobby Pins

"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.)