My Heart It Breaks

Fake it

I'm more fake then the chick who looks for attention

I look for ways to get to perfection

And it just becomes a challenge cause I hate seeing my own reflection

I starve to get skinny because that's the only way I feel I'll be loved by anyone

And when people ask what's wrong I just look down and say I'm done

I don't even know my feelings it's like there not even there

And at this point I slowly began to realize that I don't even care

While I watch myself die slowly and shrivel away to nothing

I see the monster that turned me into this psychotic thing

It craves my blood all the time and I begin to cut

I feel my whole body began to not give a fuck and I begin to feel my insides shut

I don't think I can be saved anymore...