In eighth grade, I was new and alone.
The best part of my school day was when I got to go home.
There were things about me that most teachers didn’t approve of,
Like the scars on my arms and the girl I couldn’t help but love.
From the very first day you were a light for me
You saw things in me that I thought no one would ever see.
You taught me to fight back, to rebel, to never stand down
You taught me I wasn’t alone, even when no one was around
You taught me mental illness isn’t something that should bring shame
You taught me it was okay to be different; in the end, we’re all the same.
It’s been four years now and I owe the fact that I’m still here to you
I thought my wings were broken, but thanks to you, I flew.