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Jul 2020
Paint the town black and it'll fit right in with my soul
If I even have one that is, I guess I just don't know
I often feel like there's something wrong with my mind
Everyone tells me that I am just wasting my time,
That I'm wasting my life

Kicking and screaming and fighting and crying all night
Scratching and tearing my skin until I stop my fight
I'm done trying tonight
Guess I'm done trying at life

I'm just a scared little girl who doesn't know what to do
In my scared little world reaching outward to you
But you won't help me
And I don't deserve it
I'm worthless
Not a single purpose
Just hurting

You say that you don't mean the bad things that I hear from you
I guess you don't but sometimes I really want you to
I love all the pain but I hate how it makes me cry
Because I know I love it but you think that that's not alright

I'm just a scared little girl with no one to hold onto
In my scared little world wishing I could just be held by you
But you won't let me
Even if I need it

I'm tired of wanting the fire to burn me up inside
The burn would clear up my lungs, my bones and my mind
Clear my skin of it's bruises
The bruises would fade
My day fades away
My soul finally feels safe at home
Even though homes where the heart is
And you said I was heartless

I guess home is where my art is
I guess my home is in the darkness
And you won't come inside
Though I try and I try
To welcome you in my life
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