For just one moment i felt special.
Safe within your arms...

I wanted to soar,
to fly against the currents of the sky...

I pull on my long sleeve shirt Careful not to hit...
I look in the mirror and see the scars and the fat...

You are the strength that keeps me going.
You are the hope that keeps me trusting...

CROSS MY HEART
HOPE TO DIE...

More than 8.5 million people in the U.S. have...
This is the end...of self-mutilation...

Thoughts of you cloud my mind
the bright smile that always crossed your face...