thousands of lost souls screaming at the dark that lives inside their minds and wishing someone could draw them out of their lonely heads and this broken time
even the simplest action becomes an ordeal a herculean task to those who are living perpetually in fear of all the things they see and everything they are
if you have never lost your senses to sheer paralysis over food, or going out you cannot understand how terrifying life can be, or how it drags so many down
we live in the depths, an exclusive hades this circle of hell exists on earth heaven and stars become a rich pipedream we lose all idea of love and elusive self worth
an illness so isolated, this disease god I wish something was wrong with my body that could show what makes me so insane instead of a perfectionist need to be lovely
an innate detachment from others the people who know how to exist in happiness, who dream of real things who when they die will truly be missed
I am not here, not real, I wish I was not a shadow girl, the ghost at the bar lost in a lonely heart and finding salvation wielding a blade and creating ugly scars
making pain replace love and true feeling so that everything translates to fat and I can't possibly enjoy anything and open up, I'll never be like that
withdrawal and dissolution reigns until this girl gets help, gets locked up gets shown all the ways in which she is sick god, I wish I had never grown up