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Tell me I existCategory: (general)
Monday, 13 April 2015
01:45:31 PM (GMT)
Tell me I exist, 
Hold me and tell me I'm real, 
That I matter,
That you don't care if my hair is dirty or I look like shit.

I could be dead,
And they'd still nag me,
"Why'd you have to die?
Can't you think of anyone other then yourself?
God dammit, Emma, you're so fucking selfish."

"Someone's going to have to clean this up,
You couldn't even die looking nice,
Look at your hair!
And your clothes.
Oh, Emma."

Tell me it's okay that I don't look perfect,
That my hood is up and my room is messy,
Tell me it never mattered,
Tell me that you love me for who I am and not what I look like.

Comments 
carcino says :   14 April 2015   907746  
Whew, I can relate. It was freeing when I had the revalation that
it's my life. I have to live with myself. Not them. The only person
who knows me best is me, and if I can love my bundle of faults then
that's all that matters.
 
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