TW: Eating disorder (anorexia), suicidal suggestions.
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I think it gets to your head,
Laying every day in bed.
But, no, I cannot blame you,
You're pretty all the way through.
Why don't you just understand?:
It's not about where you land.
Your body is not like sand,
It cannot collapse, even with a brand.
Staring up at the ceiling,
Just tell me how you're feeling.
I don't want you to disconnect,
Stay with me, but don't dissect
yourself because you inspect
over and over 'till you're unchecked.
Leave yourself unmarked,
Electricity sparked.
Hey, listen to me: oi,
Can't you see how you destroy?
You destroy yourself this way,
This isn't something you play.
You're fine the way you are,
Don't joke yourself what's on the jar.
Everything there is false,
I only want to feel your pulse.
"Why am I like this?"
Don't get sucked into the abyss.
"Why am I like this?"
Please; you can still feel bliss.
You are on troubled waters,
I'll catch your tears like saucers.
Just don't release your hold,
Don't succumb to your cold.
Let me feel your pulse.
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