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Hörde idag en låt av Pink. Fucking perfect är dess namn..

Lyssnade & såg på videon & kände hur tårarna brann bakom mina ögonlock..

Här är hennes ord:

Självskador och självmord, två olika symtom på samma problem, växer. Jag vet inte en enda person som inte känner någon som drabbats. Många av oss här sett vissa stjärnor visa upp sina senaste ärr på röda mattan, ofta precis innan de åter åker in på rehab. Det är ett problem, och något vi borde prata om, skriver hon i ett brev.
I stället vill hon genom videon visa sitt stöd till alla ungdomar som drabbas.
– Jag vill visa dem att jag är medveten. Jag har varit där. Jag ser dem, skriver hon. Jag har ett liv inne i mig, och jag vill att hon eller han ska veta att jag kommer ta emot henne eller honom med öppna, kärleksfulla och välkomnande armar, skriver hon.

Det är på tiden att vi uppmärksammar detta problem, det finns så många barna & unga som mår dåligt..

Här kommer texten...

Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, missundaztood
Miss "no way it's all good"
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I'm still around...

Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me

You're so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
So complicated
Look how big you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred

Such a tired game
It's enough
I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
See you same

Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing

You're fuckin' perfect to me
The world stares while I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and I tried tried
But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cuz they're everywhere
They don't like my genes, they don't get my hair
Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?

Ooh, pretty pretty pretty,
Pretty pretty please don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less then, fuckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing you're fuckin' perfect, to me
You're perfect
You're perfect
Pretty, pretty please don't you ever ever feel like you're less then, fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel like you're nothing you're fucking perfect to me