My body is shutting down,
And I don't really care.
The bruises and cuts are hidden,
And my hunger doesn't show.
Crazy thoughts carry through my head,
But they are for only me.
Tears always dry,
Only I can feel them on my face,
I can't sleep most nights,
And the depressions wont leave.
So maybe If I just give up,
I won't have to endure through this anymore.