She wrote to telling me it´s help she needs,
She said that she cries every night and she´s weak,
I told her you just gotta try to breathe,
She said I can´t cope anymore...
And now I just bleed.

Why does everyone look so damn perfect,
I´m fifteen and i feel really worthless,
My skin doesn´t look so clean,
When i´ve got these freckles covering me,
I wanna look like Katy Perry,
Maybe Rihanna or Halle Berry,
Beyonce never had problems like me,
bet she never felt so fat and ugly.

I wanna be skinny but I get so hungry,
Got bad pains inside of my tummy,
There´s a guy in school that I hope might notice me,
But he never really does.
So I trynna get thin so he looks my way and he falls in love
until then i´ll just sit on the bed,
scratching these scissors across my legs,

She wrote to telling me it´s help she needs,
She said that she cries every night and she´s weak,
I told her you just gotta try to breathe,
She said I can´t cope anymore...
And now I just bleed.

Why does everyone look so damn perfect?
I´m seventeen and I feel really nervous,
There´s a guy that I like and he might juste like me back
I hope that he´ll ask me out,
I hope taht we won´t even notice the scars that are drying out,
My legs are a mess and my arms look even worse,
I won´t wear a dress or short skirts.

I had a bad time these past few years,
Lost some friends ans I shed some tears,
I can´t cope when things get messed up,
I try to move on but I always get stuck,
Yet again I fall into the same mistakes,
But it feels so safe and i find release,
I guess you would never understand,
The feeling that comes with a knife in your hand.

She wrote to telling me it´s help she needs,
She said that she cries every night and she´s weak,
I told her you just gotta try to breathe,
She said I can´t cope anymore...
And now I just bleed.

Why does everyone look so damn perfect?
It´s photoshop, airbrush merges.
I´m twenty four now I feel like i´m growing,
I still hurt but the pains not showing,
I haven´t cut for a month or two,
I try deep breathing and squeezind ice cubes,
My boyfriend loves me ans tells me i´m beautiful,
I´m ashamed of what I used to do,

I try everyday just to keep getting better,
To block out the thoughts but I´m under the weather,
The pressure is building, I need a release.
I´m out of my depth and i´m feeling weak,
I´m sick of this pain and I want it to end,
My oldest enemy and my only friend,
A blade in my hand and my life in front of me,
I´m stranded between relapse and recovery.

Lie to me...
Convince me that I´ve been sick forever,
And all of this will make sense when I get better

Breathe...

She wrote to telling me it´s help she needs,
She said that she cries every night and she´s weak,
I told her you just gotta try to breathe,
She said I can´t cope anymore...
And now I just bleed.