Maybe I don’t understand love
and I don’t know what hope is
God knows I need the help
But I don’t know how to ask for it
Everyone wants to fix me
Maybe I don’t need to be fixed
Sometimes being broken
Is a blessing
Being able to accept others
Because maybe you just aren’t right yourself
You don’t feel sympathy
You feel empathy
Because that stomach of yours
Gets clenched up too
Your eyes get wet more than you’d
like to admit
Heartbeats come faster than they should
Insomnia is more than a cute phrase people say
When they stay up too late
You are living the life people feel sorry for
Yet don’t give enough attention to
You can’t show somebody
That your pieces are missing
To them, if your outside is a
completed puzzle
You are not sick
You are faking
Or making things worse than they are
“Oh yeah, I get anxious too”
Really?
Do you know what it is like
To feel like you are dying
When really your life is just beginning
you hope
“You’ll be fine”
How do you know?
This is how I’ve been for 10 years
Who’s to say that I won’t always be like this?
Who’s to say that it won’t get worse?

So maybe I don’t understand love
And maybe I don’t know what hope is
But I do know what fear is
I know what I feel
And I know that things are not,
and will never be,
Completely okay