Ana

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