° B r o k e n h e a r t s s m i l e t h e b r i g h t e s t°

I'm broken, I know.
I know for all the times the lyrics hit too hard,
The times I shut everyone out,
The times I shut myself down,
The times I cry those loudest silent tears.
I know for all the times I smile
When deep inside I'm breaking down.
But is it too much to ask,
For you to love my brokenness?

I'm insane, I know.
I know for all the times I push myself to the limit,
The times I tread on thin ice.
The times I want to hurt you,
The times I want to hurt me.
The times I smile at my tears,
Afraid to stop feeling.
But is it too much to ask,
For you to love my insanity?

Am I as disappointing as you say?

Am I really that hopeless a cause?

Maybe it overwhelms you,
How much of me you need to know.
Maybe it scares you,
How much of me you need to learn to love.
Maybe it disgusts you,
How much I need you.

Maybe it is too much to ask for.

Maybe, you can never learn to love,

All. Of. Me.