There's a tiny boy inside my head,
Who whispers awful things.
He tells me I'm not good enough,
That I am far too weak.
He says that I deserve my pain,
That I should "take it like a man."

He breaks me down,
He makes me sad,
He makes me wanna scream!

He tells me I am worthless,
That I am nothing but a speck,
So insignificant, no one could even see.

This tiny boy, inside my head,
He's always so, so mean.
He tells me I should leave this world,
Just to let it be free.
He does not care of how I feel,
I'm afraid to admit that this boy is me.

He breaks me down,
He makes me sad,
He makes me wanna scream!

He tells me I am worthless,
That I am nothing but a speck,
So insignificant, no one could even see.

This tiny boy is me.
I'm thinking to myself.
I know deep inside,
That all those words are lies.
Yet, it doesn't seem to change a thing,
And still, these thought I think.

I'm breaking myself down,
I'm making myself sad,
I make myself want to scream!

Why am I doing such a thing,
Whatever good could this possibly bring?
I know of these things, I should think naught,
But still there they are, ever-lingering.
Just go away, and leave me be,
Of these things I want to be free.

I am not insignificant,
I'm worth a lot more than I see.
I know deep down inside of me,
There's part of me that believes.
So with that piece of myself,
I'll fight.

I'll stand strong,
And I will live.
I will learn to love myself,
Every single little thing.

I seem to know that the things I'm thinking are simply my anxiety and depression lying to me, but I can't help but believe and give into them even when deep down I realize I'm more than that.

I'm important.