Where would I be now If i wasn't ruined? Hurt? Broken? It all destroys you, Likewise making a Beautiful mess, It makes you lose Control, You're no longer fighting, You eventually give up, On everything, You're no longer trying To breathe in the air All around you, Trying to eat, You can't even sleep The way you once could, It's waking up everyday Wishing you had Died in your sleep; From crying in the Shower just so no one can Hear you weep, From laying in your bed Early in the mornings Wishing you were never Born; It's where cutting yourself Just to let yourself know That you can still feel, To the point where The pain doesn't even Matter anymore, It's just a feeling, A rush, Of letting yourself know You're still alive, After all you've Been going through; This massive monster You've turned yourself into Caves in on you, Consuming you, Making you whole, It becomes a part of you; So now I answer, Where would I be now If I wasn't ruined; Oh sweet naΓ―ve child, This is all I've ever Known