I don't binge eat anymore. I don't cut anymore.

I came back from the edge of nowhere that anyone understands except me.

NO one knows my cry because now it's silence.

They did it. They drugged me up that much.

I listen to my silly songs, and pretend to weep.

No one pulled me out, you understand. It wasn't human. It was just a pill or two. FAceless.

All through the psychosis, I kept trying to find him. A person. IN the end, there was no one.