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I need you to see
That who I am isn’t the real me;
The me that laughed and danced
The me who would have taken this chance

...with you.

I need you to feel
That what I say is real, trust me
Trust me when I say I need to be

...me with you.

I need you to be
The person I know you are,
The person that knows the real me,
The real me that laughed and danced,
The me who needs a chance

...to be me with you.

...to love you.
I’m all yours
But don’t ask me to show you all of me...
Not my wrists, not my thighs.
I’m not sad
Just don’t ask me if I’m alright
I can’t keep putting up this fight.
I don’t want help
Just don’t hold out your hand
And tell me you’ve got me, because
I will grab it even if I don’t believe you.
I’m not lonely
But please don’t ask me to introduce
You to my friends, they’ve all gone.
I want to live
But please don’t hand me rope...
I’ll slip it round my neck like a tie,
Hang it from the rafters and swing till I die.
I was in a dark place when I wrote this.

— The End —