Pain
They tell us pain is gain
But what am I going to gain
From waking up hating myself,
waking up judging myself
about my body, my looks, my personality
What's so powerful about that?
Pain is gain...
They keep on repeating
Like it's gonna help me unsee
the body i hate
As if it's gonna make me stop avoiding
the mirror because looking
At myself is way too painful
Pain is gain
Tell that to the 12 year old me
That just lost his grandmother.
4 days before his birthday
Pain is gain
Tell that to the 13 year old me
That was cutting himself everyday
Finding a way to cope
Pain is gain
Tell that to the 14 year old me
Who was still bullied
Who lost his friends
Pain is gain
Tell that to the 15 year old me
Who tried making himself better
But surrounded himself around the wrong people
Pain is gain
Tell that to the 16 year old me who's still trying to navigate life
Who has blacked himself out from alcohol
Who can't see his self worth
Pain is gain
Yeah sure but where is the gain in my Pain
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