Before I was better nothing was right.

I'd cry in the mirror in the middle of night.

Before I was better my skin felt so safe.

So I'd cut it open just so I'd feel pain.

Before I was better food was not an option.

I'd starve for weeks without a single question.

Before I was better I couldn't stand you.

I'd easily break down in a crowded room.

But now I am better, But I'm not set free.

I'm just giving my demons a harder time of chasing me.