Baby You Can Break Me

You give me what I need.
On most days.
You make me feel needed.
Sometimes.
I know you need me.
As much as I need you.
But I can't help but wishing
You told me more.

Cause every snap.
And every slap.
And ever y yell.
And every blog post.
And every story.
And every update.

I take it all personally.
I believe everything you say.
It's part of the arrogance.
And the insecurity.
I will always assume your talking about me.

So when it comes down to the end.
To rock bottom.
Let the thought of me save you.
Please let me save you, baby.
And not the thought of guilt.
Just thought of no longer lying next to me in bed.
No more caressing.
No more laughing on your bed room floor.
Please let that be enough to keep you breathing.
Cause it's all I live for.

I accept the role of beinga rock.
Something to hold people together.
I always have.
My sister tells me when I'm not at home at night.
My parents fight.
More than usual.
And that's saying something.

You should know.
That if you push me away.
I will try and make you feel guilty about it.
Don't let me.
I can take the pain of you pushing me away.
I think.
But it hurts.
More than anything.

The most important thing to know:
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Forever.