Hammer And Strings.

{I don't want this anymore.}

Secrets

Pure cold porcelain,

Keep my secret

Hide my sin,

My guilty relief

Rotting teeth and pale cold skin.

I’m looking in the twisted monster mirror

And within it I see a girl

Not yet too thin or too far gone,

It’s not enough, so I’ll hold on

Stay strong

Starve on…

I grow my bones

And swallow groans,

I survive on air

And breathe despair.

I want forgiveness for this sickness

That’s inside,

I can’t win

If I don’t lose,

I can choose to live - I choose to lie,

In my heart … I choose to die.

{Cure me?}

And my friend calls me up

With her heart heavy still

She says, "Andy, the doctors

Prescribed me the pills.

But I know I'm not crazy.

I just lost my will.

So why am I, why am I

Taking them still?"