Razorblades and scarlet tears
Diet pills and great big fears
Food logs and the bathroom scale
It's just a test you're afraid to fail
A race for control
A thirst for perfection
The urge for blood,
Hate for the mirror's reflection
Scars and scabs
And voices in your head
Weight in numbers
Vision all in red
A morning run
With burning legs
An empty stomach
A dizzy head
Just one more cut
A dozen more
The tiles stained crimson
A fall to the floor
Lightheaded and sick
Fake smile on your lips
Performing on empty
Oozing cuts on your hips
Hidden away
Wrapped up in gauze
So no one will notice
Last night's many flaws
No one will see
The cuts or the scrapes
Feel the gnawing pain in your stomach
Know those many mistakes
No one will read that bathroom scale
No one will question your "Yes, I feel swell."
No one will ask of canned laughter, masked fear
No one will frown
Or shed one single tear
No one will know
You cried yourself to sleep
Or that you dreamt of dying
While they counted sheep.
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.