I've been sporting and eating healthy food.
Because this time, I'm really trying to feel good.
But every minor setback feels like I'm being stabbed in my heart.
My soul, heart and body are covered in blood.
And I keep saying to myself that I am enough.
So why am I still this ****** up?
Is it because I was raised with no real love?
Or is my brain not well functioning anymore because I used too much drugs?
How does all this pain come from one broken heart?
Just give me some love.
Then maybe, I can give you some trust.
Maybe you can love me back to life.
I don't care what other people are saying, you make me feel really nice.
Maybe you could help me get rid of my knifes.
If I could only say this in real life.
Then maybe, I wouldn't have carfed "HELP" into my skin.
Then maybe, I wouldn't have wondered where you've been.
Then maybe, I would've let you in.