Sitting at the skatepark
your arms around me tight...

I never asked you to save me
i never asked you to help me...

I'm thinking
I'm crying...

I know it doesn't always seem like it
from how i act && talk...

You say you love me
&& i want to say it back...

"mommy...I feel sick."
I whisper in a voice like a prayer...

I love how easily you go through friends
i was your everything...

I bet you like it
with my hands around your throat...

Calling out to a God
that had long been forgotten...

I sleep...
I dream...

The world spins around me
as i stand still...

In bed at night
i think...