Abuse- Four years old with my back to the door All I could hear was the family war. Oh, I can be manipulated Only so many times, Before even "I love you" Starts to sound like a lie
Social Anxiety- So young when the pain had begun Now forever afraid of being loved
Depression- Sing me to sleep Cause I am tired And I want to go to bed Don’t try to wake me in the morning cause I will be gone …deep in the cell of my heart I will feel so glad to go.
Self Harm- I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I'm tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut
Adolescence- Lost floating like a boat in the ocean I wont be able to come to shore The midnight starlight wont shine anymore I just want something that makes me feel like I’m not crazy There’s something real