Alone in this room of coldness.
Everything seems to be a mess.
My environment is making me so confused.
Feeling pushed away, feeling refused.
Binging, purging, binging, purging
And that’s just everything.
I don’t feel alive anymore
Can’t remember, how it went before.
Feeling this way, makes me want to hide
Nobody knows what it’s like to be on this side.
I wish people could understand, the way this hurts.
It’s like darkness that with the light flirts.
They always believe,
The outside is what we feel awful about.
While truly the inside is what I want to scream for out loud.
They always believe,
We don’t have even a little bit of self-respect.
While that’s just the thing, we won’t neglect.
I’m dying to love my reflection,
I’m dying for a bit satisfaction.
My self-respect is the only thing I want to keep.
And my damn body may fall asleep.