she's behind every smile
saying "this is what it takes"
she's behind every smile
both real and fakes

she holds my hand
when my mind becomes weak
she holds my hand
telling me not to eat

i'm tied to Ana
by the lies i've listened to
i'm tied to Ana
there's nothing i can do

i fade away piece by piece
as Ana watches on
i fade away piece by piece
soon it won't be long

maybe i'm addicted
to the lies Ana shares
maybe i'm addicted
maybe only Ana cares

can't let her go
i only wish i could
can't let her go
heaven knows i should.

The odds are against me.
For I am nothing.
Stuck on a road that leads to death. This feeling. The moment. It's killing.
I cannot breath so why am I here?
I cannot see, and I cannot think another thought.
Believe me when I say I am hopeless. Break me into pieces and throw me to the birds.
I am weak.
Let off the gas so I can take a break. This overwhelming heavy feeling on my whole body. I

don't know what to do.

Honestly,
people have been telling me my whole life about **** I'm going to have to do.
Exercise, eat right, good grades,
hard work.
And you may call it weak or cowardly, (though, I do prefer the term loophole),  but I gave up a long time ago on doing any of it.

I gave up on life, and I've never felt more free.