There's still marks
On my arm from
My worst days
(I haven't felt like that in a while)
And sometimes I
Just can't get those
Thoughts to go away
(Most days I try to smile)
But if I keep
Telling myself
I'm okay
(These things, well they start to pile)
Eventually it will be true
(I hate it when I fall back in)
August 2023
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