I wish you could hear them, the screams inside my head.
I wish you could feel it, the monster beneath my skin,
I wish you could fight them, without a blade to untouched skin,
without starving an already withering body, but mostly without losing.
But I've lost.
These voices, this monster, they run my world,
All too often I give into the needs.
I starve myself to be accepted.
I'll tear untouched flesh to allow that monster to ooze out in drips of crimson.
This is a battle. One I cannot fight alone,
and yet I have. And I've lost.
I'm a prisoner of war in my own mind.
I'm trapped in a world of lies and painful actions, and I'm convinced
I love them.