And so my old ways would call me back, but I'd send them straight to voicemail

No longer was i controlled by demons, but by myself

Was this considered recovery or a burst into reality?

For undammaged girls are normal, and I wasn't severly damaged

I mean sure, there were faded lines on my wrists, and several journal entries too

Even trying to get food out of my teeth scared me

But in the end, no records show that i was insane,

could it be that it really was all in my head?

I so desperately wanted love, affection, and understandment

yet, I had all of those things

Did I make this all up over the years? My mother made me believe so

She said I tried too hard to recieve pity, my life was perfect

Maybe it was the lack of effort I put into things, or the lack of interest I had in anything

Nonetheless, I am here, at 12:30 AM wondering who I am

Will I ever know?