If only they would go away
So I could injure myself again
I cant go on, day after day
Without inflicting any pain

I want to cut my flesh so deep
Letting my blood spill everywhere
Staining the floor, as I sleep
So I can get out of here

But I must be patient and wait
Until I'm alone once more
Then I can let out all of my hate
Reaching for the razor, in the drawer

When will they all be gone?
When can I starve myself?
When can I be Sarah Braun?
When can I hurt myself?

I miss the feeling of bleeding
I want to hear my stomach growl
I need to know that Im suceeding
Seeing the blood soaked towel

After I eat I feel so fat
All I want is to be thin
I just want a stomach thats flat
And a face with no double chin.

There are only two things I would like
But they come with a very high price
I want to be put in the ward called 'psych'
And to be able to slice one last slice.









 
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