How ironic it is that I tell them not to hurt themselves
And then I go home to put a razor to my skin
How ironic it is that I tell them they'll be okay
When I cry myself to sleep again
How ironic its become that I tell them they deserve to live
They deserve to be happy
They don't deserve the pain they're in
Then tell myself I deserve all the shit I'm given
I don't deserve anything good
How ironic that I tell them how amazing they are and how much I love them
And go look in the mirror and remind myself of the opposite
How ironic it is that I say they should never ever try to kill themselves
When I've already lost count of how many times I thought of doing it myself
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RandomJust some writing to get my mind off things, not all are good but they're there.
