I feel my tears wanting escape,
As a cloud fills my chest.
"It's not his fault" I cry,
"He's just having a bad time."

I wish I didn't feel angry,
I wish I wasn't now scarred.
Don't you know,
My brain is still stained,
From this and that,
Words I hate,
Of the times I hoped,
I would just disintegrate.

But I lived on,
I'm glad it's gone,
But I'm still left with scars,
And I can't always sing the song,
Filled with joy,
Don't you see,
The scars they left,
Still bother me.

I not all normal,
I take things to personally,
I tend to be clingy,
But I'll never bite.

Because if your my best friend,
Your the shoulder I need to cry.
I can't be alone to long,
And I get scared of the dark.
You need to be extremely carful,
With my ever stained glass heart.