(An attempt to free my writer's block.)
I wish I could tell you
everything I've ever experienced.
I wish I could tell you my life,
and hold your hand through it all.
There were times I was dead and alone,
and I had no one to run to.
I was left with the pain of regret,
and all I wanted was to escape.
I got out of my pit though,
I grabbed the rope
and I pulled myself to freedom.
I helped myself get better.
I found a happy-medium.
A place where I belong.
I'm still not used to it,
because I need the finishing piece.
I need someone to hold me,
to talk to me when I'm sad.
I need you to realize
what place you hold [in my heart].
everyone's normal [until you get to know them]