I’m never ready to see those strange eyes
staring blankly at me in the mirror.
She says she wants to cut my sickness out,
so she reaches for the blade lying next to her.

I feel the sting from her cut again
then I hear someone in the distance cry.
She won't stop carving at her skin
and keeps me from putting up a fight.

Her tired eyes look deep into mine
as she screams for me to go away.
She desperately wants me to give in,
while all I want is to win back my brain.