were all fucked in the head
one way or another
we sometimes wish we were dead.
everyones got a stroy to tell
about one time when they fell
and did something they might regret
most of the times it something they will not let go.
sometimes we think were the worst off.
that our lives are fucked beyong repair.
our looks are the worse for wear
but we need to remember
somebody does care.
maybe it matters to you or not
that someone cares about what you got
somebody wants to help you everytime you fall
someone who will help you crawl.
they wont force you to stand and fight.
theyll listen to your pathetic plight.
they'll hear about all your insecurities.
sometimes its hard to realise we have these people all around us.
and sometimes we just dont fucking care.
its hard to care when you cant stop the bleeding.
when you cant keep that razor away.
its hard to imagine any sense of relief.
when you keep cutting into your grief.
or do you drink until you cant remember?
because its so much easier to say you dont care when you cant remember why you cared in the first place.
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