I'm losing my mind
To these voices inside
As they tear apart my sanity.
I have cuts on my wrists
And scars on my hips
From a past I cannot escape from.
I fear every meal time
For thought of gaining weight
And the image that stares back and mocks me.
You see I long for one thing
And that's to bee good enough for me
But my thoughts are so self destructive.
So every night I cry
Curled up on the floor
With my companion in hand
Willing myself not to begin again.
See this would be easier with bottles of pills
And a mind that wasn't always racing.
I'm balanced on the edge
For weeks straight I've only had one thought,
I can do this, I can do this...
I can end this torment and no-one would notice
For I am nothing to so many.
I'm a lost voice on the wind
A shadow that can no longer be seen.