You sit and think about what you
want to be.
Perfection, starvation is all you need.
You don't know how to stop,
Can't seem to begin,
a right life style to make you thin.
You look in the mirror
But can't seem to smile
and all you can think,
is go run endless miles.
Too tired, too sad
to get out of bed.
Sometimes you wish
this life would just end.
-JennaxAnn