I suck, I know I do
If I were a crayon I'd be dark blue
I live in the shadows
I keep my head down
I leave before anyone knows I'm gone
I don't fit in
I'm not very strong
When the wind blows I feel it
And imagine a cliff
If only I could jump
And let go
Maybe be free
For the first time in my life
But instead
When I feel pain
I cut
And go deep
The way I see it is
The deeper you go
The more relief
You feel
I'm different
I know
but why does the world think its such a big deal