I sit here and slice myself,
i sit here and empty myself,
i sit here and pull out everything within myself,
but you still do not see.
i watch as the blood flows from my limbs,
i watch as the perfect dinner is released from my conscious being,
i watch as my hair lies limp on the floor,
i watch in ecstasy, but you still do not see.
the cutting was for you,
the puking was for you,
the pulling was for you,
all for you, but you still do not see.
i lie here in this bed unable to move,
my limbs too weak,
my stomach too small,
my hair almost gone,
but still you do not see.
my heart stops,
my body infested with tubes,
my heart is started,
but still you do not see.
why do i do this,
why do i kill myself,
why do i love this,
when you will never really see.
