Anthems Of A Lost Eighteen Year Old

There's no easy way to fade -
To erase yourself from “normal” life -
But it's easier than plundering yourself with a knife.
It's easier than lying dead;
Being a corpse rotting in bed.
It's a simple choice all man-made.
 
Nobody knows.
I'll never tell,
To avoid all the “you need to get well”s;
Avoiding wishes for “health” and “clean”
Sent out from voices on my mother’s screen.
Nobody knows, 'cause I know how this show goes.
 
I miss the warmth of summer’s sun.
I miss the days I didn't burn,
The warmth of days I'll never earn.
There's a bite deep beneath my skin;
Frozen inside, I can't tell where it begins.
I miss when my worries were on how to have fun.