I'd look so much better...
I'd look so much better without a face.
I've got the body,
but there's always something more to erase.
I look in the gray reflection of the window in the door
And I try and figure out if there is something more.
I want to change myself,
but these are drastic changes.
It's more than exercise and surgery,
it's cuts in some places.
But I feel that even dying wouldn't be enough.
I tell myself all the time
to change some things around in my mind
but I am stuck in this place where even I can't yell loud enough to reach me.
I need someone to assure me,
but I'll just call them a lier.
I know I'd just push away, but I still want someone to hold me tighter.
I'm an addict for dramatics, and you all think it's probably my fake saddness
but these are real thoughts of a girl tired of the anticcs.