Let's draw a picture,
With a beautiful twist.
It starts on my thigh,
And ends on my wrist.
My eyes give me away,
Though there's a smile on my lips.
I want my bones to protrude,
Especially on my hips.
It's an everyday battle,
Until finally you disappear,
Because you screamed your lungs out,
But nobody wanted to hear.
Cry yourself to sleep,
Another sleepless night,
Trapped in my own fucking mind.
I've been told that dreams,
Can come true.
But they forgot to mention,
That nightmares are dreams too.
So when will I wake up from mine,
Because I'm in a race against time.
--- Try to be positive, I do, and I am content with my former-crappy teenager life.
You turning anorexic? :/