What a Strange Being You Are
What a strange being you are.
God knows where I would be
If you hadn't found me
Sitting all alone in the dark.
I bow down my head
With sadness in my eyes.
Arms wrapped around me
I hug myself tight.
A personality made of tests and pills
Where the uphills were mountains
The downhills like cliffs
For fifth suicidal attempts.
Familiar faces passed by
With thoughts about how I looked tired
Exhausted and fatigued
They never knew I was broken
That I would never feel at ease.
I spent my time in bed
Tear stains on my sheets
A red tint in my cheeks.
A dumb screenshot of youth.
Watch how a cold broken teen
Will desperately lean
On a superglued human of proof.
An appearence with no warning
Sad eyes like mine
You held a warm smile
With the bandaids on your knees
And the scars on your wrists
I was entranced by your existence
I begged you for help.
A moment of truth
What would I be without you?
Hands wound together
We took a step and headed into the future.
You squeezed my hand
Lead the way
Showed me we were going to be okay.
What a strange being you are.
God knows where I would be
If you hadn't found me
Sitting all alone in the dark.
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