I’m sorry
No, truly I am
I’m sorry for wanting to die
But I’m more sorry for being alive

I drink a lot at parties
One shot, two shots, ten shots
All to forget that I’m a prisoner
And that my body is my cage

I’ve stopped worrying about myself
So please stop worrying about me
Too much is wrong with me
My brain is dysfunctional

I’m a broken porcelain doll
But nobody can repair me
No pill can fix me
I’m not your art project

Criminal tears ******* in the corner of my eyes
But I can’t continue to cry
I’m completely numb
I’m a piece of ugly furniture

I’m fine, I am
Apart from the starving
Apart from the anxiety
Don’t you see my true fake smile?

This thing I taste:
Anxiety, bitter anxiety
I just want to be free
But I’m simply a pile of waste

I’m not living
I’m simply surviving
A heart shall be shattered
And it must be mine