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She wrote to telling me it's help she needs ,
She said that she cries every night and she's weak ,
I told her you just gotta try to breathe ,
She said I can't cope anymore ...
And now I just bleed .
Why does everyone look so damn perfect ,
I'm fifteen and i feel really worthless ,
My skin doesn't look so clean ,
When i've got these freckles covering me ,
I wanna look like Katy Perry ,
Maybe Rihanna or Halle Berry ,
Beyonce never had problems like me ,
bet she never felt so fat and ugly .
I wanna be skinny but I get so hungry ,
Got bad pains inside of my tummy ,
There's a guy in school that I hope might notice me ,
But he never really does .
So I trynna get thin so he looks my way and he falls in love
until then i'll just sit on the bed ,
scratching these scissors across my legs ,
She wrote to telling me it's help she needs ,
She said that she cries every night and she's weak ,
I told her you just gotta try to breathe ,
She said I can't cope anymore ...
And now I just bleed .
Why does everyone look so damn perfect ?
I'm seventeen and I feel really nervous ,
There's a guy that I like and he might juste like me back
I hope that he'll ask me out ,
I hope taht we won't even notice the scars that are drying out ,
My legs are a mess and my arms look even worse ,
I won't wear a dress or short skirts .
I had a bad time these past few years ,
Lost some friends ans I shed some tears ,
I can't cope when things get messed up ,
I try to move on but I always get stuck ,
Yet again I fall into the same mistakes ,
But it feels so safe and i find release ,
I guess you would never understand ,
The feeling that comes with a knife in your hand .
She wrote to telling me it's help she needs ,
She said that she cries every night and she's weak ,
I told her you just gotta try to breathe ,
She said I can't cope anymore ...
And now I just bleed .
Why does everyone look so damn perfect ?
It's photoshop , airbrush merges .
I'm twenty four now I feel like i'm growing ,
I still hurt but the pains not showing ,
I haven't cut for a month or two ,
I try deep breathing and squeezind ice cubes ,
My boyfriend loves me ans tells me i'm beautiful ,
I'm ashamed of what I used to do ,
I try everyday just to keep getting better ,
To block out the thoughts but I'm under the weather ,
The pressure is building , I need a release .
I'm out of my depth and i'm feeling weak ,
I'm sick of this pain and I want it to end ,
My oldest enemy and my only friend ,
A blade in my hand and my life in front of me ,
I'm stranded between relapse and recovery .
Lie to me ...
Convince me that I've been sick forever ,
And all of this will make sense when I get better
Breathe ...
She wrote to telling me it's help she needs ,
She said that she cries every night and she's weak ,
I told her you just gotta try to breathe ,
She said I can't cope anymore ...
And now I just bleed .