Show me pretty things. This life has lots to offer. Your pure love is true.
Torn down with weather. I am a storm masterpiece. Your sunshine heals me.
I’m strong but tired. Love me or I will love me. I deserve sunshine.
It wasn’t me who ended it. I would have never given up on him. I would have kept trying. I would have tried until I completely self-destructed. And in time I guess I did.
Your threats of self-harm hurt me more than you will ever hurt yourself.