Today I woke up and I hate myself Death doesn’t answer when I cry for help No high could save me from the depths of hell I’ll drown my mind until I’m someone else

Don’t take care of me Be scared of me My misery owns me I don’t wanna be my enemy My misery owns me now

Under the graveyard We’re all rotting bones Everything you are Can’t take it when you go

I ain’t living this lie no more Ain’t living this lie no more It's cold in the graveyard We all die alone

Tell her that love is not a myth and that she is capable of love, of giving and receiving.

Let her know that her flaws make her more human.

Hold her while she cries at the reflection she sees in the mirror.

Tell her that when you say things over and over, you start to believe them.

If she doesn't believe, show her that she is worth more than anything.

Do the extraordinary for her.

Listen, for even while you laugh, she cries. Those silent heaves are not laughter, they are tears unshed.

She mourns a childhood that never existed.

She longs for memories in a demolished house.

She longs to connect with an inner child who died an untimely death.