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I will tell him. Elijah, Mary loves you. She really really loves you…

Elijah says he loves you too!

Sounds like you will just have to be a good listener and not try to force it…

Call her and tell her to visit help.com for help with her boyfriend. When she gets to the site she will find your post and then she will read through the comments and see this comment and then she will understand all of the events leading up to the present moment and she will be yours forever.

How long have they been going out? Hopefully she will soon see him for the bastard that he is.

Iron and Wine has a song called the Trapeze Swinger. I think it is from the perspective of a person writing a suicide letter to someone he loves before he commits suicide, but it is up for interpretation. It is a beautiful sad song about life and death and love.

Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range,
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention
But

Please, remember me
Fondly
I heard from someone you’re still pretty
And then
They went on to say
That the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti
Like ‘We’ll meet again’
And ‘Fuck the man’
And ‘Tell my mother not to worry’
And angels with their gray
Handshakes
Were always done in such a hurry
And

Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We’d forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world
And then returned
And now you’re lit up by the city
So

Please, remember me
Mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower call
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Leave and resonate
Just like the gates
Around the holy kingdom
With words like ‘Lost and Found’ and ‘Don’t Look Down’
And ‘Someone Save Temptation’
And

Please, remember me
As in the dream
We had as rug-burned babies
Among the fallen trees
And fast asleep
Aside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like
And even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see
A trapeze
Swing as high as any savior
But

Please, remember me
My misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain
And chasing trains
The colored birds above there running
In circles round the well
And where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter’s
So bright with cinder gray
And spray paint
‘Who the hell can see forever?’
And

Please, remember me
Seldomly
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees
You turn from me
And said ‘The trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last’
The clown that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs
The parking lot
Had an element of danger
So

Please, remember me
Finally
And all my uphill clawing
My dear
But if i make
The pearly gates
Do my best to make a drawing
Of God and Lucifer
A boy and girl
An angel kissin on a sinner
A monkey and a man
A marching band
All around the frightened trapeze swingers

Blink 182 has a song about suicide called Adam’s Song:

I never thought I’d die alone
I laughed the loudest who’d have known
I traced the cord back to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all
I took my time, I hurried up
The choice was mine, I didn’t think enough
I’m too depressed, to go on
You’ll be sorry when I’m gone

I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn’t wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over we’d survived
I couldn’t wait till I got home
To pass the time in my room alone

I never thought I’d die alone
Another six months I’ll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You’ll never set foot in my room again
You’ll close it off, board it up
Remember the time that I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault

I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn’t wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over we’d survived
I couldn’t wait till I got home
To pass the time in my room alone

I never conquered, rarely came
Tomorrow holds such better days
Days when I can still feel alive
When I can’t wait to get outside
The world is wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, I’d survived
I can’t wait till I get home
To pass the time in my room alone

Dan Bern has a song called After the Parade. It is about a soldier who steps on a land mine.

I shot two men in a military car
On a road in a country I can’t pronounce
I saw their eyes when I pulled the trigger
Then checked the back seat for the body count
I know I’m lucky, I could have been
The one beneath the clover
But who do you think will push my chair
After the parade is over

A three star general at my back
And another one up at the microphone
They call me a hero
And sing ’say can you see’
To the pole where the flag is flown
Everyone stands when my name is called
I alone must sit in the god damn sun, and
Who do you think will push my chair
After the parade is done

Maybe I’ll go to college
GI bill
GI bill
Maybe I’ll go into politics
Yes I will
Yes I will

I’m glad for the disability benefits
I’m glad for the medals and the ribbons and the songs
I hope the blisters on my fingers
Turn into calluses before too long
I’m glad my mother could be here today
I’m glad somebody drove her
And maybe she will push my chair
After the parade is over
Maybe she will push my chair
After the parade is over

Suzanne Vega has a song about abuse called Luka:

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you’ve seen me before

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was

I think it’s because I’m clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it’s because I’m crazy
I try not to act too proud

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore

Yes I think I’m okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that’s what I’ll say
And it’s not your business anyway
I guess I’d like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown

Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am

Jill Sobule has a song called Lucy at the Gym. It is about eating disorders:

Lucy at the gym
She’s there every time I go
And I don’t go that often, so she must live at the gym
I stare at her ribs, they show through the spandex
Her little legs are working, she’s going somewhere
She’s climbing up the stairs
And when she reaches the top her dreams will be there

Lucy at the gym
Lucy on the scale for the third time
Through thick and thin Lucy’s at the gym
She’s staring at the clock and like the second hand
she never stops
She’s Lucy at the gym

When she takes a shower, after all the hours
Does she have a place to go?
Is there someone waiting
Or is Lucy all alone

I’m at the gym and Lucy’s not there
It’s got me pretty worried so I imagine the worst
She’s made it up to heaven
And when she met her maker
He said “come right in
I’ll show you around the gym
Everyone’s beautiful and thin
And here’s there’s no sin
And your life can begin
Lucy at the gym”
Keep going Lucy
Keep on working girl

Have you heard of Ani Difranco? She always writes songs about “real stuff”.

Here is a song about rape called Tip Toe:

“tiptoeing through the used condoms
strewn on the piers
off the west side highway
sunset behind the skyline of jersey
walking towards the water
with a fetus holding court in my gut
my body highjacked
my tits swollen
I’m sore
the river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of
I could wake up screaming sometimes
but I don’t
I could step off the end of this pier
but I’ve got shit to do
and I’ve an appointment on tuesday
to shed uninvited blood and tissue
I’ll miss you I say to the river
to the water
to the son or
daughter I thought better of
I could fall in love with jersey at sunset
but I leave
the view
to the rats
and tiptoe back”

Tori Amos and Suzanne Vega are more subtle but they also write songs about “real stuff”.

Hurt by Nine Inch Nails is about drugs, but the lyrics fit well with cutting:

“I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way”

Limon

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