Sitting there one night I decided to eat everything in sight I hated myself long before this So I decided to fill myself literally with shit
It felt good to fuck myself up And so it became a habit that stuck A slow painful death was what I deserved According to the self-talk that I constantly heard
I wondered if I might bring on a heart attack And that this would be a blessing in fact No desire to live, hope draining as if in a sieve I had nothing left to give
So consume I did, to excess, over and over I became adept at being a self-loather Hurting myself was better than being hurt by another As that hurt was too painful from which to recover
Green light spinning round and round Rain sounds playing, what a sound, what a sound In my head the knife is calling Will I make it to the morning? We’ll have to see, as you see all logic is damned.
Fear can turn to anger I’ve seen this many times I know you only long to be free For your former life, you pine
I’m so sorry that I did this to you I know it caused you pain Emotionally and physically And the trauma will remain
It hurt me too, to go against your will The first time it shocked me, it haunts me still “I promise you it’s for the best”, in time we might see You are steadfast like a tree
So after the storm, does the experience feel the same? When the calm has returned and you can smile again? I hope you can see it through a different lens As you begin to heal and mend
Capacity was lost when you struggled the most I know it’s unfair, it was hell But remember this, precious neighbour You’ll have a story full of hope and better days, to tell