Once Upon A Time..
There was a little girl who was happy...
Until she grew up...
The mirror..
Something that scares people..
The person looking back at them is someone they don't want to see...
"Hey I just met you, and this is crazy! But your fat, so slit your wrist maybe?"
Words that will forever run through my head...
The mirror is the place where truth is,
Until it gets out of hand
Thinking oneself is fat when really all they are, are bones..
People live there life par the number at there feet,
Praying it's not over 100 ou even higher then 90
To be skinnier is the goal that people would even die for
That's all they want is to be skinny until there Bones show..
This becomes peoples life and making them self skinny...
It;s killing teens today..
There was a little girl who was happy...
Until she grew up...
The mirror..
Something that scares people..
The person looking back at them is someone they don't want to see...
"Hey I just met you, and this is crazy! But your fat, so slit your wrist maybe?"
Words that will forever run through my head...
The mirror is the place where truth is,
Until it gets out of hand
Thinking oneself is fat when really all they are, are bones..
People live there life par the number at there feet,
Praying it's not over 100 ou even higher then 90
To be skinnier is the goal that people would even die for
That's all they want is to be skinny until there Bones show..
This becomes peoples life and making them self skinny...
It;s killing teens today..
Dear Self
What if toi don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last jour on this earth?
What if that two minute conversation toi had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time toi ever spoke to her?
What if toi never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile ou talk to him ever again?
What if toi later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would toi be proud of the life toi have lived?
Will toi regret something that toi did ou did not say?
Would toi be proud of how people would remember you?
Would toi regret not taking plus chances, ou not telling him what toi really feel for him?
I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My cœur, coeur racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..
What if toi don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last jour on this earth?
What if that two minute conversation toi had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time toi ever spoke to her?
What if toi never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile ou talk to him ever again?
What if toi later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would toi be proud of the life toi have lived?
Will toi regret something that toi did ou did not say?
Would toi be proud of how people would remember you?
Would toi regret not taking plus chances, ou not telling him what toi really feel for him?
I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My cœur, coeur racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..