But do you know what it's like?
Do you know how it feels to hate yourself?
To wonder what the hell you did to deserve this?
I do
Do you sit up at night, crying for a lost cause?
Have you ever destroyed yourself to feel better?
I do
Do you tear apart your every feature?
Wondering what's wrong with you?
Do you jump at the chance for any possible love?
I do
Do you walk around hanging your head?
Hoping that no one will notice you?
Wishing someone could see you? Understand you?
I do
Don't tear me apart. Don't rip me to pieces
Don't scorn or mock me
Because I don't
Jesster Ketchupp
I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...
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