Reach for Me

On Tuesday, I made my dinner of delectable treats I set it down so that I could grab utensils to eat But when I came back, you’d set yourself down at my plate I had to get another, because I was too late

On Wednesday, I walked in the sun Carrying bags, full of bricks and stones though I wish there were none I asked you to help but your hands were full of air Asking for such a favor, how could I dare?

On Thursday, I woke up at three I couldn’t sleep because dreams wouldn’t let me be It was all fine until you told our mother how lazy I was It wasn’t in my control and you didn’t need to say, yet you said it just because

On Friday, I told you you were wrong You threw a fit for what seemed like hours because those minutes were long You told me my words weren’t true or fit Then you told me so just the same as I, you big hypocrite

On Saturday, I went out with friends You disapproved, because you’d decided they were to be my end I found it funny you chose then to be on my side To keep me away from the things that have kept me from the day I would’ve died

You care when I threaten to suicide You care when I tell you I’d rather die That girl is such a spaz And then she says to relax

How can you change what is set in stone?

How can you kiss it and make it better?

How can you love without being loved?

How can you cry without any tears?