hurt

stick thin

stick thin paper skin

stick thin paper skin sometimes I let my demons win.

tears falling

tears falling mother's bawling

tears falling mother's bawling I ignore my stomach calling

eyes burn

eyes burn throat churns

eyes burn throat churns hold on, it's not your turn

bloodied fingers

bloodied fingers gazes linger

bloodied fingers gazes linger I submit to my hell bringer

meek voice

meek voice weak willed

meek voice weak willed this is something I've instilled

empty inside

empty inside nowhere to hide

empty inside nowhere to hide in this hollow stomach my comfort resides.