If you think I'm broken, fix me.
If you think I'm torn, sew me.
If you think I'm stupid, tell me.
If you think I'm dumb, teach me.
If you think I need help, help me.
If you think...
That I'm suicidal, then talk to me.
If you think I cut, ask me.
If you think that I'm depressed, be the one to make me happy.
If think that I'm to far gone, then maybe you're right.
If you think I'm dying inside, then you're right.
If you think the color has drained from my eyes, and face, well then you're right.
My ones blue ocean eyes, are grey and dull.
My once rosy cheeks, are pale.
My once bright smile, well it's upside down.
My once curly hair, is never seen, for its hidden by my hood.
The once beautiful rain, now sings sad songs to me.
The once clear sky, well it doesn't shine for me.
If you think I look dead, well then you guessed right.
