My life

My wounds have healed
Scars have formed
This is life
Just the norm

A beating heart
A pounding head
A body made of lead

Sad dead eyes
Cracked bleeding lips
A body that clothes never seem to fit

To small
To big
Hiding my bald patches with this wig

To much
To little
My bones are brittle

Bending and breaking
Not just my back
But my will

I hope i stop breathing
That i become still

I dont want to cope
I dont want to deal
I dont want the light
I dont want to feel

Stop feeding me medicine
Stop with the pills
I slit my wrists
I hope it kills