So you are struggling Big deal We are all What makes you special What would make you think I would care After everything you did You want me to care Why should I When all you ever gave me Was reasons to hate myself I would never choose to help you That would not be fair to myself I mean I can't see you without having an anxiety attack You need someone to save you Why me? Why? I should dismiss this Sweep it under that rug The one with so many things Shoved under it That it looks like a mountain range The only problem is It could be my best chance for Redemption
Not redemption from them, but For myself. just wanted to Make that clear.