Can't Help You"We can't help you if you can't help yourself."I say that now. Many times to mom.You've started down the really bad road,And who knows if you'll ever turn around.Cutting, smoking, stealing, drugs.Is it all just a game to you?I try to help you,Guide you down the right path.But you shun me, And turn your back.How am I supposed to help you,If you can't even help yourself?I hate how everyone takes it so lightly,"Oh, poor little Amanda.""It's because of what happened to her.""She does it because she's depressed.""Well, she doesn't always take her medication."How does that have anything to do with her actions?W
Nothing I Can DoYour on your knees.Your lungs are screaming,Your bones are aching,Your heart is breaking,And there's nothing I can do.
WordsWords.They can bruise our spirit,and kill the soul.They are only things we hear,yet they bring so many tears.Words are used as weapons,and they cut the deepest.Words said can cut so deep,and make you cry.But the words unsaid,just make you want to die.I just want you to know,That I never meant to hurt you,With my words, and my words unsaid.
GripAs your grip tightens on me,my breath starts to slow.You always want to keep me close,and know where I go.You tell me what to wear,and who to talk to.You tell me who my friends should be,and who i should just ingore.I'm not perfect.Not even close.I should be allowed to make mistakes,stumble as I go.But as your grip tightens on me,I wonder if I'll ever be free.