Inside I was broken
Damaged and worn
My insides were bleeding
As if touched by a thorn
My limbs were like jelly
Collapsing with each stride
The pins and needles stinging
Not something I could hide
Gurgle, the only message
For me to understand
That begging was my stomach
For food to run errands
Breaking down to cry
As thoughts ran through my head
What is the point of this?
I may as well be dead
Turned to more deadly deeds
To take away this pain
Just to make things worse
Depressed and so insane
No matter what I did
No matter what I thought
It all came back to living
Oh I was so distraught
Self harmed a million times
Wishing I was dead
Could not feel the pain
I was numb instead
Sang myself to sleep
With melody confined
Each sad song is a memory
Of times that have passed by
Made a wish to see
A life with joy, less pain
But what was around the corner
Was what I could not tame
A monster runs my body
These scars were once made deep
Judgmental and defensive
Ana** has made me weak

**Ana = Anaroxia