
When you go to your room,
And lock the door,
Throw a chair at the wall,
Break down,
Cry,
Think you are hated,
Believe you are alone,
Feel like a failure,
Feel like a joke.
When you think that it’s okay
To hurt yourself,
Think that it’s OK
If you don’t exist,
Erase your colours,
Become dark and numb
Crouch in a corner
To be invisible,
Oh, If you only knew…
How highly I thought of you
Then all of this,
would mean nothing to you.
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