You want a perfect body.
You want a perfect soul.
Stunning perfection.
You don't eat anymore.

You hide pain behind sweaters.
Misery behind smiles.
Death looms around each corner.
No one tried to make it better.

You wanted to be happy.
You didn't want to cry.
Alone in bed you lay there.
A tear falls from your eye.

You're screaming on the inside.
No one hears your words.
Deaf ears and blind eyes.
As if thoughts of you never occurred.

The world will keep on spinning.
Your goodbyes will be unheard.
You couldn't see your beauty.
Your mind was far too blurred.

Life is pain and misfortune.
People like you and me.
It always seems to be this way.
It always seems to bleed.