My hands are shaking,
my head is aching.
This is what you're making,
and it ain't something I'm faking.
How am I supposed to act,
and how would you react?
Inside I'm cracked,
this is just a fact.
Will you keep me safe and warm,
will you hold me through the storm.
I say this to inform,
that I'm afraid your feelings for me would reform.
If you knew the truth about me,
the way I chose to see.
The way I djudge the world and it's fee,
the way I plea.
I don't want to live but i'm too afraid to die,
I hate myself for giving up and that I cry.
I complain and still I deny,
all the reasons why.
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