"Love you"
"A lot"
                                                       "aw yay"
                                           "I love you too"
"Please know that"
"I really do"
                                                                 "..."
                                                          "Okay"
                                           "I believe you."

I keep my door closed
So I can sleep.
But tonight it's open.
And there's a strange red light down the hall.

I don't have enough for a trashcan.
Or a chair.
My trashpile consists of five things:
Five pieces of paper
And me.

Write something happy.
Write something sad.
Express your feelings.
If you don’t, I’ll be mad.

What you don't know can't hurt you.
That's what I have to tell myself.
When my friend says she's been cutting.
When my friend says she's being abused.

Do they think I'm dumb?
Do they think I'm ******* dumb?
You go to one person with your problems, and that's me.
Why do you think I can't put two together?

I can't do this anymore.
You three hurt me too much.
My mom was right, you're using me.
Why am I still here?

I'm sorry,
Five.
I didn't mean to ask you of that...
But you're my new closest friend.

I swore I’d protect you and I hurt you.
I swore I’d get better and I couldn’t.
I swore I’d help you and I made things worse.
I swore I’d listen and I couldn’t take it.
I swore I loved you and I do.
I swore I wouldn’t let you fall and I pushed you off the cliff.