I'm sad to say I've lost my words.
I know, it's queer I'd lose something so close to my heart,
but, I've lost them.
Every harsh insult, every slap in the face, beats at me,
and sadly I have nothing to say.
So yes, I've lost my words.
I cannot find them.
I almost fear you've stolen them away,
locked them in a tight box, hidden in a lost, far off place.
I've lost my words,
and maybe if I can find the key,
I'll finally have something that will save me.

I cut myself again.
That's it. That's all.
I cut myself again.
And I regret it.
I cut myself again.
Because I'm weak.
I cut myself again.
I wanted to feel something.
I cut myself again.
And I almost didn't stop.
I cut myself again.

I ate today.
That's a step in the right direction.
I ate today.
Tomorrow I'll clean,
but for today,
I ate.