My Truth
So you see these cuts on my wrist And the ones on my thighs Dont let them come to you as a big surprise You saw them coming Because you're also at fault Weren't you the one who said to go take a walk? So here I am speaking the truth How could you turn your back on a person of my youth? You tell me how you had it bad And that I shouldn't be so sad You say I should be grateful But I just end up being hateful I feel like I'm going down Because this world isn't slowing down In my head its dark with slumber And now I think I'm going under Do you know how it feels to be me every single day? You look at me and I try to seem okay We're struggling can't you see? We're trying to be the best we can possibly be But that doesn't matter now Because we're just a few faces there in the crowd So maybe at night when you think about the day and what you've done You'll think of the kids who've go no one So this is it, this is me And I'm here begging on my knees, asking you please Could you ever be fine with Me being me?
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