My heart, my will, everything I feel, it's all locked down by steel
Who's inside? What's happening? Is what's going on real?
Suicide, seems very pleasent, but I'm very hesitant
They say don't kill yourself, but what they don't know
I'm already dead, I've been dead for a while
I look and the mirror, what am I? I'm vile!
I vomit, but there's nothing but bile, I don't eat as much as I used to,
I do it on purpose, they say it's unhealthy. but so is being depressed
Why am I being repressed?
I want to shut everything out, but I'm not that strong
How long?
How long, before I actually take it to the next level,
and kill my physical being, with something sharp, that will sting
like Steel.
