ever hate what you have done to yourself
and the people closest to you,
ever get sick of lashing out at everything around you
and so instead turn to yourself,
because I do
ever love something so much, that it hurts
to be close to it,
ever bleed so much that your not sure
that it will ever stop,
because I do
ever hurt inside so much
that all you want to do is die,
ever feel your mind ache for days on end
till all you want to do is give in,
because I do
ever talk to yourself for hours at a time
and learn more than you ever did at school,
ever argue with yourself within your soul, just enough
for the battle to rage on within you, forever,
because I do
ever try too hard to make amends
for all the things you never meant to do,
ever say sorry too much
so that now it means nothing anymore,
because I do
ever stop to think about everything you’ve done wrong
and nothing you’ve done right,
ever begin to sing out loud, because right then
the words seem to make perfect sense,
because I do
ever listen to what people are actually saying to you
enough to here the cries of help when they come,
ever think yourself to be nothing
after all their abuse finally breaks through,
because I do
ever cry without the tears,
ever mean ‘I love you,’
ever want to make your own ending,
ever want to crawl into your soul and walk around,
because I do, because you don’t
There are no capitals because well there arent, because i like it without to be honest, nothing seems more important than anything else and i like that.
thanks
love heather
