The pain is almost unbearable.
The darkness is so bleak.
The feeling of have no control,
No comforting words anyone could speak.
Your soul desperate to be set free
Uncomfortable in your own skin,
How you wish to shed it off
But there is nothing even wrong with you.
In two years you will look back and think,
How could I have been so irrational?
The darkness is so bleak.
The feeling of have no control,
No comforting words anyone could speak.
Your soul desperate to be set free
Uncomfortable in your own skin,
How you wish to shed it off
But there is nothing even wrong with you.
In two years you will look back and think,
How could I have been so irrational?


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