He knows my issues and he understands,
He accepts me for what I truly am.
He takes the pain away and makes me okay,
He holds me so tight I want him to stay.
I don’t want you to fix me though… I just want you to hold my hand while I fix myself.
its pretty fucking crazy that i’m supposed to decide what i want to do for the rest of my life in a few months like hello my mom still talks to the doctor for me??