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Poor Child
: And this melodramatic little lyric is dedicated to me when I was full of self-loathing and despair. Hey, to all the teens out there who have it so rough, there is hope. I promise. Just don't give up.
poor child
all she ever wanted was to be perfect.
poor child
she just wanted to please someone.
to be what everyone wanted and only one man could have.
she just wanted to be beautiful, intelligent, wise, and loved.
that's all.
poor, stupid child.
child always knew she could never have it.
she told herself over and over again.
til she knew the words by heart.
til she knew the words that told her what she was.
she defined herself by them, obsessed,
said them over and over and over
until they were all she could hear.
she found sources of happiness,
but one by one they ran dry.
each leaving nothing but an empty spring
and a desperate longing to fill, fill...
poor child.
then one day, she met him.
next thing she knew, she was head over heels
and he? he loved her.
but she was drowing in grey matter
and when stable arms were around her,
and he whispered in her ear
i love you, i love you
she couldn't hear
above the roar of the false accusations of her mind.
hell
hell is when you want something so badly that nothing can make you happy
except to forget it all together.
not even having it in full.
look up.
there's something beyond me, beyond you,
Someone.
a source that never runs dry.
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