Why do I feel I have to stay here
To protect people from pain?
Why do I keep their pain to myself,
Only to create my own?

No matter what, you're gonna die.
Who cares how, why, and when?

I'm counting down the days until I die.
I just wish I knew where to count down from.

I'm torn between life and death

I'm losing life's fight.
Why does life have to be a fight?

People always say,
I love you like you were my own flesh and blood.
Well I love the scars,
Because they are my own flesh and blood.

When they said the famous line
"Everything will be ok."
I just thought yeah it will,
But not how you're thinking.

Anorexia works for me!

20 pounds to go.
I will do it,
Or die trying.

One day people will realize
That I don't want to be saved anymore.