Sometimes it’s hard for me to understand why someone would want to take their own life
But in all honesty I feel the same way sometimes
Most people only see the mask I keep painted on my face
But that mask is only there so I can be accepted in this terrible place
I’m tired of hearing girls complain about their weight
But when you think about it, they complain because they honestly feel that way
Have you ever stopped to look at someone walking down the street
And think about what may be in their life and how they may struggle to eat?
Or maybe they have to walk their daughter down the aisle in a casket rather than a white dress
Because some idiot took their heart right out of their chest
What if you saw a young girl with a child about one?
You’d think of them as a whore, but that’s not what’s going on
You look at someone different, and automatically reject them when they speak to you
But you’re just as different to them as they are to you