Trust Me, I Know How it Feels
Hey, you
Yes you
You in the mirror
With your wrists all cut up
Blood running down your arms
Onto the floor
Tears in your eyes and cheeks
Trust me, I know
I know how it feels
I know you're not beautiful
I know you're not talented
I know you don't have friends
I know you're lonely
I know you are pathetic
I know you're annoying
I know you try too hard
I know you cry yourself to sleep
But I also know
I know you're worth something
I know people care about you
I know you can smile
I know you can help people
I know you care
I know you can do this
I know you're strong enough
I know you
And I know I love you
Even if no else does
Trust me, I know how it feels
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