Buying a stairway to heaven.

"If it's a broken part, replace it. If it's a broken arm them brace it.
If it's a broken heart, face it." –Jason Mraz. Details in the Fabric.

Me: Scissors are better dull.
Therapist: And why's that?
Me: It hurts more.

Mine^^^^

You said "I liked the old you better."
DidIchange?DidIsaysomething? Whyareyounotansweringme?

No, don't run away, I can't say another one of these goodbyes.
I'm no good at this.

You fucked up my life.

Everything was so happy again. I hadn't cried all week.
My thoughts are now so load I can't hear my voice.

I can't hear my own screams.

Me: I'm more than okay.
World: Oh no!! Tara's happy again, better go do something drastic.

You were close enough to reach out for me,
to hold me.

Why do these things happen?