I send love into the world when I can't love myself, it's why I don't know the meaning of mental health because my mind is like my heart, a wasteland, a grave yard, full of shadows, of doubt, of broken dreams and tramped on promises but for some reason I'm still sending out smoke signals, does anyone see this SOS,  it's my SMS. I send out love into the air so that my children may one day be able to breathe it in, that little girls on street corners know that they're not sins, so that when one day I look up to the sky I  can see clouds that smile at me before they rain, but at least I know that I have given them every last thing that I've got even though they cause me pain, even though they make me rain even though they're driving me insane. I send out love into the world because I have to, because this aching breaking body cannot hold it in, not this body full of sin, this body full of ruin, this body that doesn't exist, because it is a shell, it is holding hell, holding it in so that some other little girl doesn't have to. Doesn't have to. But it's still a failure, because look at me now, with my crown bowed, like I have not given my all and more to the king but he still begs for me, my heart is thirsting, my lungs are bursting, and I can't take it anymore,I can't. So I let it all go.

SMS=save my soul