Change .

Dysthymia

Change has came
I can finally cope
There's no more pain
Of wanting more coke

I finally feel like me
But the people can't
They can only see
And all they do is rant

Of my past life
I used to self harm
Cutting myself with a knife
You can see scars on my forearm.

I am better and new
But people treat me the same
And there's nothing I can do
I walk free of shame

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