The Room

Terror! Always in terror!

Evil always looming. Sadness always oppressing.

A little kid shouldn't hate themselves. Shouldn't think the things

That I wrote out in the mirror.

I really told myself I was disgusting.

I wish I could hold that little one, that innocent imperfect human

And tell her she's allowed to love and she was always precious.

I'm not that fucked up little girl in the room anymore.

I'm not my childhood; my past does not dictate my future.

I'm not that fucked up little girl in the room anymore.

Just because I was broken then doesn't mean I'm broken forever.

Scared! I had constant nightmares.

Water on the ceiling. Demons coming for me.

A little kid shouldn't cry that much. Shouldn't want to die,

Fucking endless nights of grief-stricken pain asking why

I was born.

Cos I felt deep down within I was nothing.

And they showed me that as well.

Left me traumatised alone in my hell.

There's nothing wrong with you. You're not ugly. You're beautiful.

You're not dirty. You're not evil. You're not unfixable.