Sometimes I wish I could see myself as the others see.
There's wounds so deep, from behind a years,
I can't believe when they say, that I'm good enough.
Disbelief haunts me when I close my eyes,
And again I feel like drowning myself in a bathtub.
Feel the need, to break the mirror.
Someone watching me there,
And I don't think it's me.
Where did I turn wrong,
And why do I feel the best times,
Have already gone?
As I write, my letters,
You will know I always believed,
-´til the last breath.
As I'm gone, remember,
Who I should have grown to be,
Now it feels like this crown,
Was too heavy to carry for me.
Hear my silent prayer;
"Let tomorrow kill these demons away"
