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Shayley Marie Feb 2015
Hello dear come over here whisper something in my ear.
Tell me everything will be ok.
I pray that tomorrow will be a better day.
Help me break through my insecurities.

Help me see what's left of me.
Someone wake me up from this awful dream.
This isnt what it seems.

It's like everyday im walking into closed doors.
I can't feel no more.

I feel like a hollowed shell.
It's like a permanent trip to hell.
I dwell on the feeling.
It's not easy healing.

Everybody's words stabbing at you like swords.
It's like the whole world is pressing down on my shoulders

Life is filled with posers and images that arent real.
I still try to look like them so i skip a few meals.
I look at my stomach that's caved in from hunger.
I don't think that I can last much longer.

I look at my arms and see all the scars.
Memories from the past I hope they never come back.
I pray that tomorrow will be a better day.

Help me break through my insecurities.
Help me see what's left of me.

Someone save me before I fade away.
I pray that one day i'll come back.
Be stronger than before.
But for now i'm walking into closed doors.
Shayley Marie Feb 2015
Sometimes I get so depressed
it makes me want to pull my heart of my chest
I've been trying so hard to act normal like the rest
It's just so complicated it's making me a mess

I just want to curl up and cry
Sometimes I wish I could roll over and die
I never thought I would have to live behind a wall of lies

Is this the life I lead where I have to make myself bleed

Is this me?
Is this what has to be?
Was this life chosen for me?
Is this what has to be?

Do I have to forget the past
Just so I dont feel like an outcast
Do I have to look normal just so I can fit in your world

Break me, shake me, take me
But you can never change me
I choose who I want to be
Love me, hate me
It's time for me to be free

Im not here to impress or try and be the best
Im just being myself
Because theres nothing else

World you can not put me in a box, and make me something im not
So im done being depressed and comparing to the rest
Im just being myself because theres nothing else
I am me
This is who I choose to be

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