when you found out i was starving myself and cutting myself over
wanting you, you kissed my wrists and broke and through away
my sissors then sat there with me for hours till i ate enough then
cuddled me and told me everything was going to be okay and now
everything is changing i dont think you care if i cut or eat or
not............ why cant good things stay the same why do they
always have to change into bad things?
