Scritch.
Scratch.
Scritch.
Don't look at me like that.
You've been judging me since I sat.
And I don't like your eyes upon me
'Cause I'm scared of what you'll see.
Scritch.
Did you write down that I'm insane?
'Cause I'm not, I just have a lot of pain.
Scratch.
Maybe I have issues with my dad
But that isn't the only reason I get sad.
Scratch.
I don't even know if it's possible to heal.
No, I don't know how that makes me feel!
Scritch.
Some days I can't get out of bed.
Some days I just live inside my head.
But isn't that normal nowadays?
Please say yes, please don't send me away.
Scratch.
Scritch.
Scratch.
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