i know, hun.
i know that you feel the walls of your bedroom caving in,
i know that you’re always so mad with people,
i know that you’re spending your nights crying,
i know that you’re hurting, i know.
i know that you’re sad and you’re tired of lying to other people because they pretend that they care about you.
i know that you feel like your life is so stupid and you sometimes wish you’d never been born at all,
but you should carry on
little girl.
always remember that
the sun will rise
the rain will make you stronger
and that you don’t have to let the storm destroy you,
baby...
you have to be the storm