Here you are,
Stuck without a clue.
Heart thumping in cue.
Knife in one hand,
phone
in the other.
Trying to not be a bother.
You can't stop this feeling...
It's just life.
Your
head spinning as you stare up at the ceiling.
You're useless, you're through.
But none of those things are true.
I understand,
I was there, and you're not difficult to bare.
We can stand together, with the help of BoyinaBand.
No more tears,
No more fear.
You are truly perfect.
And you are worth it, to me.
Though the world may be crashing down,
Though your
throat can barely make a sound.
I hear you.
And I know what to do.
Save yourself,
Be your true self.
And never forget the good.
Because that- that will change the mood.

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PoesieThis is a book full of poems, notes, and other sorts of things that help me out! It's... Idunno.weird.