Without my blade I feel lost…I have no control
When I don’t throw up I feel powerless…I have no control
Not seeing the blood I’m terrified …I have no control
A full stomach is touchier…I have no control
The thought of getting “better” is unrealistic…I have no control
The vision of perfection is my story to be told…I have no control
So, Why don’t they just let me go?
Not knowing of tomorrow is a nightmare come true…I’m loosing myself
The images of the past are scars renewed…I’m loosing myself
Wanting, wishing, waiting…I’m loosing myself
The feeling of happiness is in itself a disease…I’m loosing myself
Day dawns so does the pain… I’m loosing myself
Night nears so does the fear…I’m loosing myself
So, why don’t I just let go?
Something tugging at my heart…there’s still hope
Giving me the strength to carry on…there’s still hope
A feeling of security I feel it in my soul…there’s still hope
A small voice calling to me…there’s still hope
Telling me it will be okay…there’s still hope
My savior beckons me, holds my hand and, truly loves me…there’s still hope
So, that’s why I can’t let go.