My Life


You think my life is good
But really I'm hiding under a hood
In my past I have shame
And I do not claim
To have a perfect life
Because many times I have thought of picking up the knife

I'm the girl that hasn't eaten in days
No matter what somebody pays
For the the mistakes I made
Eventually everyone will fade

I'm the girl who is broken
Someone please pick me up so I can show them
That my life is okay
I'll heal and nobody will hurt again

Over and over people tend
To want to fend
For themselves
They put other people up on shelves

I'm not the only one
Who's life weighs a ton
No its not perfect
But please only scratch the surface

My life's not perfect
But I'll heal
And then you'll know how I really feel

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