I fear for the day.
The day that someone finds my scars.
Someone will put the pieces together.
I fear the thoughts on my mind.
The mind I once loved,
The one that now wants to **** me.
I fear becoming that cliche girl.
The girls that I thought didn't really exist.
The depressed, suicidal girls that I have morphed in to.
I fear fear.
Fear is holding me back.
Fear is controlling my life.
**** the fear, not yourself.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC
I fear for the day.
The day that someone finds my scars.
Someone will put the pieces together.
I fear the thoughts on my mind.
The mind I once loved,
The one that now wants to **** me.
I fear becoming that cliche girl.
The girls that I thought didn't really exist.
The depressed, suicidal girls that I have morphed in to.
I fear fear.
Fear is holding me back.
Fear is controlling my life.
**** the fear, not yourself.
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