Lights will guide you home; and ignite your bones

I was never one of those girls who talked about how awful her life was all the time or how much she hated herself. Mostly because my sister's taught me not to, and I listened to every word they said. But now... I just want to cry.
I can't talk anymore, that's all I can really think to say. If I talk any more about it my head will start to hurt and then I'll take a pill or want to hurt myself or something and I don't want to do that. I just want someone to fix me.