Kind

I used to cry over little things

But now I just die inside

And stay quiet for a while

I lay on the floor and wait for you to see me

And see that I'm sad and hold me and say

"It gets better"



I used to be pretty

But I also used to be dumb and naive

And think that these things wouldn't haunt me for years

But they do

And I try to be strong for everyone

But I lose some battles somehow



So tell me I'm brave

Tell me I'm kind

And tell me that you will remember my face

When you all move away



It gets better