Caring is a primrose path.
Walking down it seems easy
Helping all of those that need it,
But upon reaching the end
You realize that it is not all fun and games.
I chose to wall down that path
Knowing of the damage it made,
But not quite believing it.
Believe it.
You cannot come up to me
Saying you are bleeding
Without explaining to me
That you scraped your knee,
Because my mind will go back
To the scars that line my thighs
And I will think of the worst for you.
Please don't come up to me
With a whine of being tired
Without bragging to me
On how you spent all night
Playing video games,
Because my eyes will shut
And I will instantly remember
All those nights without sleep
Staring at a wall
And filled to the brim with self-hatred.
And please,
Please don't tell me to kill you
When times get tough
Because my tongue has spilled the same words
Except mine were real
Begging for death.
So if you choose morality
Over yourself,
Then I will not stop you.
I will allow you to make the world
A much brighter place,
But please remember
You are important too.
