When your spirit is broken, it's hard to come back,
Love breaks your heart, not your soul,
And I've cried tears for all of that.
I see things now, and I give up,
I'm tired, numb.
I'm only seventeen, and already too much has happend.
I lost my first love,
I lost myself to the sickness that is bulimia,
I'm losing faith when I say a dog die in front of my eyes,
Love, myself and faith is lost.
My family is still here,
My friends are still here,
Life is still here,
And I need to wake up and know that. |
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