My mind is a battle field,
Filled with evil and goodness,
Debating
On which i should choose.

If only
Quitting the drug
Of razors on skin
Was effortless
If only
Stopping sellf starvation
Was as simple
As batting an eye

But nothing comes that easily

My mind is a bttle field
With two seperate sides,
And the wrong side
Is winning.

Relapse,
A sweet, sweet victory,
And a bitter failure..