I told another lie today.
And I got through this day, no one saw through my games.
I know the right words to say like,
"I don't feel well""I ate before I came".
Then someone tells me how good I look
And for a moment, for a moment I am happy
But when I'm alone, no one hears me cry.
I need you to know
I'm not through the night
Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light
I need you to know
That we'll be OKAY
Together we can make it through another day.
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In the U.S., it's estimated that one in every 200 girls between 13 and 19 years old, or one-half of one percent, cut themselves regularly. Those who cut comprise about 70 percent of teen girls who self injure.