Shards come through I remember how bad I was

Sitting in admissions with a bag of my stuff

So lonely

But too far gone to feel

If not for my family

I’d never have healed

The lines

On my legs

Tell a story of a time when I spent

Too long

Hating

Myself from the outside in

The lines

On my legs

Tell a story of a time when I spent

Too long

Hating

Myself from the outside in

Shards come through I remember how bad I was

Sitting in admissions with a bag of my stuff

So lonely

But too far gone to feel

If not for my family

I’d never have healed

Shards come through I remember how bad I was

Sitting in admissions with a bag of my stuff

So lonely

But too far gone to feel

If not for my family

I’d never have healed