You tell me I'm loved, but am I really?
You'll pick me up when I fall, now that's just silly.
You look at my wrist, you shed a tear.
You look at my face, I'm filled with fear.
I say I won't do it again, now that's a lie.
Then I did one more, but I really did try.
I'm sorry, I'll say it over and over again
and I'll try to let my new story begin
(I wrote this in 2017 and look whos story is still the same)
