Somedays the only thing I can do is sleep
Food doesn’t even seem like an option
When I look at myself its not pretty
I feel too skinny
I am too short
Then I have these memories that haunt my dream
Leaving me scared with clouded eyes
He drilled a hole in my heart
My heart is beginning to break with all the damage
But eventually I will look around and see all the cords on the floor
And one thing will cross my mind
And the only picture in my mind is the sight of me hanging from the ceiling fan
Tears always asking to pour out of my eyes
And soon I’ll let them fall
Then I’ll fall.