As the world grows cold,
Ice stopping my aching heart,
I wish you were here to hold,
That things were the same as the start.
I can't stop the tears,
I can't stop the pain.
I long for your understanding of my fears,
That our love made us fly, not drain.
I scream against confusion's walls that confine me,
I want the solution to be in my hands.
I hope that someday we, you, will see.
After we travel over these hot sands.
That we can be together without the ache.
I want to change. I can't be this person I hate anymore. I can't keep looking at my stomach and shouting You're fat!. I can't keep looking at the scars on my legs from the razors and saying Nothing's changed. I can't keep saying He doesn't love you! if he doesn't talk for a while or if the conversation isn't going well. I can't keep doing this, I have to change.
But I can't.
I have been like this for so long, that changing is like cutting down a tree with a butter knife. Useless. People say change is inevitable. Sometimes it seems like it's impossible.
Do you ever wish someone would hand you the answers? The answers to all those questions clawing, torturing, killing your mind?



