He expresses and copes physically;
You express and cope verbally;
I express and cope emotionally
and I could make you happy
and cope physically
(not inflicting pain on others, 
like he does, but upon myself)
I could slit my wrists and smoke
until I feel nothing
like all my depressed “friends”
but I don’t
I choose to listen and sing
write and cry
she comforts me quietly
and you will never understand
and I have sanity, which I am losing
and I have tears, which are falling
and I have feelings, which are starting to apathize
but I never had your respect