BPD

What is lost, can it ever be saved?
What is broken, can it truly be healed?
What is scarred, can it actually be cherished?
What is me, can it really be loved?

Don't look at me today.
You won't like what you see
And honestly this is everyday
So you might as well leave.

What is lost, can it ever be saved?

But please don't go too far,
I cannot handle losing you.
Please don't walk away from us
Please don't walk away from me.

What is broken, can it truly be healed?

I hate when you say those things
The way you laugh and smile
I wish you'd just lay down and die
Nobody here needs you.

What is scarred, can it actually be cherished?

Every breath is harder to taste
And I cannot stop the thoughts racing.
Everyone is staring at me,
I hear the horrid things they say.

What is me, can it really be loved?

You do not know my pain, my sorrow.
I hope that you never will.
Though I cannot change the bad inside me
I can and I will protect you from it.

What is lost, I will never be saved.
What is broken, I will never be healed.
What is scarred, I will never becherished.
What is me, I will never be loved.