My hands always shake, because i don't eat. I'm fragile enough to break, but strong; it's bittersweet.
I feel i'm falling apart, i no longer have a heart.
Nothing really matters to me, all i want to do is leave.
The people that i really admire, don't understand my unbearable desire.
Why can't i just be like the rest?
I'm not complaining, i know i'm blessed.
I have just had to struggle for awhile, i want to see the days when i used to smile.
Couldn't i just go away, and not come back until a later day.