Cycle Of Depression

First it starts to hurt
and all the memories come back
the cycle keeps on spinning
like a car upon a track

The haunting haunts your dreams
the cuts you start to see
when i look into the mirror
i cant even see me

I'm tired of carrying burdens
but i have to keep on fighting
even if that means
my life is filled with crying

The only help i need
is the Ive i have from god
the only place for me
is a place thats filled with love

I do not have the strength
to cut down to the bone
so inside i sit and tremble
feeling so alone

I don't know what to do
my feelings are so mixed
i wish that i were gone
and never did exist

i need to talk to someone
because its only getting worse
bulimia's taking over
you now that stupid curse

can you see within my eyes
everything thats there
or do i have to tell you
must my horror be shared

thank you all for being here
but this is just too much
it hurts to know the truth
that suicides a must