All i do is feel sorry for myself
nothing ever matters
sitting in my room crying
everything hurts
i let everyone walk on me
i pretend i don't care
the truth is, i do.
the only thing i have control of is my body.
Every scar is every time that I've been hurt.
you cant count them, there are so many.
so close together, they are blurred into one.
for some reason i say everything is ok when its not.
if you want me to stop, don't hurt me.
