really do love me UtterlyAnd want me to be happy And their proud of me For who I am Not who they think I am But for the truly evil, dirty, weak, awful person I am Not because I appear to be nice and good But because they know me And because they like the little girl that they knowBut for know I will try to hold onTo keep my grip To try to keep from slipping and losing my placeCause I dont want to start overTo pretend to be strong While Im crying insideTo act happyWhen my soul withers awayAnd to be a good person and to live each day to the fullest But I know everyday I am alone Everyday that I sit in the quietThat everyday apart of me dies..Help me to survive!...
