When you’re so scared you can’t breathe,
You’re so sad you can’t dream,
The thoughts inside your head won’t leave,
When nothing is like it seems.

You’re so tired you can’t sleep,
Just pull the covers over your head
So numb inside, you can’t weep,
Shut your eyes tight, you’re somewhere else instead.

All around you there are smiles,
Friends and family, mother and child,
Laughter, tears and once-a-whiles,
While all your thoughts are running wild.

You’re trapped inside your own head,
Lying there at night just staring,
Everyone including you, wishing you were dead,
She’s on your shoulder, nostrils flaring,

YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG LOOK AT YOU
She screams in your ear at the top of her voice,
YOU’RE FAT, YOU’RE UGLY, YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE
You know she’s right, but you have a choice.

Starving and dancing, the perfect cure,
Burning the calories, sweating it out,
You know it works, you did it before!
Nobody needs to know what it’s all about.

Looking in mirrors every time that you pass,
Staring at your body, your face,
You know it’s true, you’re an ugly lass,
Someone gorgeous will just take your place,

Come on, take those pills, get the code,
Take that blade beside you there,
Before on yourself you just implode,
Quick, get it over with, no-one would care,

But this is where the story twists,
You just don’t know whether to end it all;
Drag the blade across your wrists,
Or stand up every time that you fall?

So many people have faith in you,
Yet you have no ounce of it in yourself,
No matter what it is that you do,
That everything gets better, even your health,

But you don’t want to recover, you know that much,
Want to stay childlike and tiny, faceless and empty,
You just have no faith, no confidence, no belief as such,
How much do I have to scream out for people to help me?

Copyright, October 14th 2012.