There like bullets
That hit your heart.
Everyone says, “I understand.”
But they really don’t. Comforting me,
Cheering me up, nothing helps.
Crying, cutting, not eating, the only things that help
But the only things that are bad for me
Seeing skinny girls, don’t help… at all.
BUT….
Next time, I’ll be braver
Next time, I’ll be stronger
Next time, I will give it a chance.
Next time, I won’t let you put me down
Next time, I’ll win, and you will lose.
Next time, I’ll be my own savior
Because you can’t bring a storm from
My sunshine, you can’t change who I am
Or who I am outside, you can’t change ME.
You can change my mood, you can change my
Reactions… but only… only if I let you.