The smell of death
Wafts through the air
Yet no on died
Tell me
How can that be?

I used to think
I was living a nightmare
Now I think I'm becoming
One

Sometimes I get chills
Not because I'm cold
Because I can still feel
His hands on me

It isn't suicide
If the girl I'm
Killing isn't
Me

I have this darkness
Creeping up inside of me
One day it will reach my neck
Stopping the air flow
Silencing my screams
And I'll fall to the floor
Choking, gasping for air
But no one will hear

The fire burns
Too greatly for me to handle
Yet I crave it
So much

My recovery was like climbing a mountain
Hard
Tiring
But so worth it
Then I lost my footing
And fell
Now I'm laying at the bottom
All beaten up and broken
Too hurt and tired to start again