I just wanna be myself and I want you to love me for who I am. I just wanna be myself and I want you to know I am my hair. I've had enough this is my prayer that i'll die living just as free as my hair.
As you tugged at the hem of her shirt, you saw the faint lines of scars on her wrists. “What’s wrong?” you asked. She looked up at you and just smiled the biggest smile she could ever put on and said “You’ll never know.”