art therapy
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It's been a year.
A friend has gone
And left the house.
We try and try and try
To earn the friend back,
But they cut their own ears off.
It's been a year and a half,
I am 14 and I am sinking to the bathroom floor for the third time this week.
I read all the instructions,
Filled out all the forms,
But still I have fallen behind.
I never speak up in class,
Two things;
Listen, listen, listen...let me pour out my heart to you, it's just a matter of how
Don't judge how I feel, you can't really know
I'll tell you my story, my weakness I'll show
