Being Blue

You're killing me when I should be living.
Causing doubt among my mind when I should be experiencing happiness.
Hurting me when I'm still trying to heal.
Making me hate myself more when I'm trying to learn how to love myself.
Telling me to starve every time I attempt to eat.
Leaving me in pits of despair when I was trying so hard to climb out.
Telling lies when I wanted to trust you.
Ripping me apart when I was being sewn back together.

When I thought you'd be there, you weren't.
And when I've helped you, you've put me down.
I want to be happy, not sad.
I'm tired of being blue.

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