Please, just let me die.
Don't make me look to life in the eye,
I'm too scared to do it.
My life's made of cutting, starving, binging and purging,
why should it worth something?
All day crying silver tears,
nobody cares about me.
Blood all over the bath,
pain all over my body.
Poor myself, i just think about me.
Aren't out there the beautiful things every happy person talks about?
I haven't seen them yet.
Maybe they don't exist, they are just an illusion,
a big, fat lie.