Crouched over living in fear,
eyes closed full of tears.
Open your eyes and listen,
I want you to hear this.
Self-control if nothing else,
keeping you from yourself.
You're not alone in this,
your scars are nothing less.
Broken hearted and afraid,
nothing seems to go your way.
Everything is the same,
no matter what they say.
The blood still pours out,
and you still won't cry out.
What you've needed,
isn't what you've wanted.
Breaking down all alone,
too preoccupied to ask for help.
you feel you security crumble,
everything of yours is in trouble.
Crying your ******** eyes out,
still and forever in deep denial.
I want to help you out of this,
keep you from breaking like this.
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