"I’m tired of looking into people’s eyes
and wondering where my spark is.
I used to glow, I used to radiate.
I’m sick of seeing my heart in my hands
and knowing it can’t beat right.
It used to roar, it used to captivate.
I don’t want to be a home where
pain lives in every doorway
and covers every window.
I don’t want to be a flame so
hope suffocates on my smoke
and turns to black ash.
I don’t want to be the reason that
my eyes never sparkle
and my heart never beats.
I used to be different.
I used to be happy."
"I walk around
Harboring this guilt,
That I’m the problem,
That everything is my fault.
And it’s so heavy."