She covers the scars on her arms up so well,
hiding the evidence of her own private hell.
The feeling of blood is still crawling on her skin.
And her fingers are down her throat to make herself thin.
These voices are coming around again.
The voices that caused all the pain.
Her parents don't notice, she cries by herself.
Willing herself to get better in the name of her health.
The blood drips from every pierced vein in her arm.
She doesn't see she has a problem, she doesn't see the harm.
These voices are coming around again.
The voices that caused all the pain.
Her body is decaying, it's just wasting away.
She doesn't see the harm or how the voices betray.
She's not hurting anymore because it just feels so right.
She's too weak to eat, to hungry to fight.
These voices are coming around again.
The voices that caused all the pain.
Her veins are broken, her flesh is raw.
It's too late, she's slumped over on the floor.
Her fingers down her throat, razor blade by her side.
She's been headed here for so long, on this downward slide.
These voices are coming around again.
The voices that caused all the pain.
The voices are back for more.
It's too late, she lies dead on the floor.
