i fake my way through everyday
with a numbness inside
my demons are hunting me down
i'm running out of places to hide

they know how to break me down
they know how to make me cry
they know i'm on my knees
i know that i can't hide

with everyday that passes by
a little piece of me gets broken down
soon there'll be nothing left of me
i'll fall without a sound

i've been holding on for too long
it's time to sever my ties
on that last lonely day
rain fell from ashen coloured skies

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no need to fake a smile
no numbness left inside
my demons stopped chasing me
i no longer needed to hide

i couldn't be broken down
i couldn't be made to cry
i got up off my knees
i stopped trying to hide

with each day that passed by
i stopped breaking down
there was nothing left of me
i fell without a sound

i stopped holding on so tight
and i severed my ties
on that last lonely day
i said my final goodbyes.

she
          stands in front of the mirror
          hands shaking
          her reflection
is
          not defined as 'beautiful'
          her standards are too high
          she has
an
          eating disorder
          she thinks she's fine
          but she's not
          soon an
angel
          will come
          to take her away
          an angel with beauty
that
          astounds even God
          just like 'her'
          only whole
          she
doesn't
          see the pain she causes herself or others
          she wants to be beautiful
          she doesn't
need
          all this pain and suffering
          to keep her demons away
          she needs
wings
          and a prayer
          what she needs
          she doesn't get.
To
          be happy
          she needs to be somewhere else
          she needs to
fly.

she's behind every smile
saying "this is what it takes"
she's behind every smile
both real and fakes

she holds my hand
when my mind becomes weak
she holds my hand
telling me not to eat

i'm tied to Ana
by the lies i've listened to
i'm tied to Ana
there's nothing i can do

i fade away piece by piece
as Ana watches on
i fade away piece by piece
soon it won't be long

maybe i'm addicted
to the lies Ana shares
maybe i'm addicted
maybe only Ana cares

can't let her go
i only wish i could
can't let her go
heaven knows i should.

only one of me to break
hitting two birds with one stone
there are three demons on my back
four more at home
five people making me cry
six days a week with rain
and seven with no hope
eight razors to end my pain
it all started when i was nine
for ten hours everyday
eleven stuffed animals forced to watch
to twelve different gods i pray
like thirteen different horror scenes
with fourteen thousand ghosts
for fifteen minutes i'm afraid
i failed with sixteen little ropes
at seventeen i give myself
eighteen minutes to cry
and nineteen deep breaths before i fall
from twenty stories high.