**** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****
I see you there and I panic I freak out I cry
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
I see you there and all the things from the past cross my mind
FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR
When you whisper in my ear and I know you want to grab me again
NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
You wont get me back you wont get me alone in any room
I swore you wouldnt get me I swore you wouldnt get me
But now I am back here again

What makes a monster is it looking grim?
Is a monster is it unkind acts?
Is a monster someone who is alone all the time?
Or is a monster something made by others?
Is a monster someone who is not like you?
Do you make yourself a monster?
Or do you get made into a monster by the people you know?
What makes a monster?

She was happy and always smiled
She helped people who need it most
how did we not see the signs
how did we miss the marks on her arms
How did we almost let her die
Suicide letters were found in her desk
We found her in the bathroom with bleeding wrists
She did not need to go to the hospital but what if we had found her to late
Suicide was all she wanted all she thought about
Suicide...
If only I had the will to live
Suicide...
My oldest friend

Shattered, Spread around, And sharp
Cracking under pressure it doesn't take much
Sparkling and beautiful
Yet sharp to the touch
BrOkEn GlAsS
is all I am

I hated looking in the mirror at myself
I hated seeing my face because it made me feel sick
I hated seeing the way I looked and feeling so small
I hated the color of my skin
I hated the color of my hair and eyes
I hated the way my body was shaped
I hated that I was alive
I thought that I would never be enough
I thought I should be thin
But I was me and I couldn't look at myself

The boys want to hold my hand only to break my heart.
They kiss me slow then leave me fast.
They say those 3 words then back out when they see the real me.
But Im a fool for the boys.

My past is bad I am also really bad person
My past is smoking **** in class or in the bathrooms
My past is running a blade across my arms or legs
My past is trying to overdose because I was so done
My past is dating guys who hurt me a lot except for one
My past is running away from home because I was out of control
My past is dark and ****** up
My past held secrets good and bad
I can't out run my past
My past made me push people away
He saved me from my past day after day
But I pushed him so far that he couldn't stay

The thoughts of you run wild in my mind
The thoughts of you are fun and free
The thought of you disgusts me
Your very existence makes me cry
You are the reason I am starved of love
You are the guy who has it all but still needs more
The thoughts of you...

I need space to breath
I need space to think
I need space to feel
I need you to be real
I need hope and I need love
I need to be the one you think of
I need strong and I need sweet
I need to be saved from me
I need help please