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When I move out
I can cut all I want
When I move out
I don't have to hide my scars
When I move out
Starving nor overeating will be spoken of
I can stay in bed for days and not go out
No one will have to see me, or think about,
interacting with me,
No one will know I exist,
And if I ended my life,
No one will notice
There was a time, I tried recovery
There was a time, I had a little hope
That moving out would improve my life,
Create a fresh start, heal and grow
This time,
I move out to further destroy,
isolate, relapse in peace,
I wrapped myself up in bandages,
The wounds haven't healed
My heart breaks underneath
Blood oozes out
Maybe I can free up space
For someone who is fighting for their life
I can't put up a fight like I used to
I don't have the energy
I can't cope
Maybe recovery isn't for me
I have related to those thoughts too. But you can get through this.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
I agree about relating to it. Keeping you in my thoughts, you can do this.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first