I am a weak person, I can't stand on my own.
I can't fight all of my battles always alone.
I need some help, some guidence through rough times.
Some person or something to take all of it off my mind.
All of the hatred and pain, the scars and the tears.
The screaming and yelling that has gone on all these years.
The slamming of doors, the breaking of glass.
I learned in this family that you have to grow up fast.
You have to learn how to fight, how to beat, how to bleed.
How to show the world that you're the only person you need.
But I can't do that anymore, I need someone there.
To hold my hand when I cry and tell me they care.
To take the razor away so that I can do no harm,
Ripping my flesh open on my legs and my arms.
To walk me through this hell, take me out alive.
To help me fight my battles, to help me survive.
