I know that I'm not perfect

I know that I'm not perfect

And I know that that's okay,

But in the end, it doesn't matter 

When even you don't believe in what you say.

Every day I seem to forget that

I'm me not someone else

And every time I look in the mirror 

I begin to hate myself.

What's even worse is that even though 

I know I have to put an end,

My actions don't agree with my thoughts,

I just do it again and again.

The guilt, it eats me

Up from inside

And all I can do

Is sit there and cry.

Then when I look at my reflection,

I hate myself even more;

Those hands, those eyes, that mouth, those thighs

Are things I've grown to abhor.

Even though I've gone through this before

And I know the sorrow it brings,

Once you start it's hard to stop

For you succumb to your urges within.

Then, finally, comes a time

When all you can do is give up,

Too scared to actually kill yourself,

While all your flaws are covered up.

You think that everyone hates you,

But it's not their fault, you see,

How can someone like a person

With as many flaws as me?

Every time I think about it

I know I'm making a big deal,

But no matter how hard I try,

That's really how I feel. 

You begin to question your existence,

You wonder why you were born.

After all, what good is a broken human 

With no dreams, no life, no goals?

You try to hide it

But you want someone to know.

You give subtle signs

Then play it off as a joke.

You smile so hard 

That your cheeks begin to hurt.

Then you act as if you're 

The only one suffering on your own.

There are people who have it

Way worse than you.

If they can survive it

You should too.

Stop making a big deal 

Out of every little thing,

Stop burdening others 

With your sins.

Keep it inside,

Keep it in.

Just be happy 

And stop freakin' crying.