Who am I?
Why am I here?
Where did the girl go that I once knew?
My thoughts race as I look at this foreign figure.

I look at the scars on my arms and legs.
They remind me how pathetic I`ve become.

My face emphasizes the words they said about me.
My weight shows how much I wanted to fit in.
To be a skinny as them. To be as pretty as them.

I turn around and find the tub of clear blue water waiting for me.
The tears run down my face as I go under.

My lungs burn as they fight for air, but I neglect to feel it.
My body becomes cold.
Everything becomes dark.

Arms?
Is that what this warmth is?
Am I floating?
Or are the arms carrying me?

My eyes open.
All I can see is brightness.
Where am I?
Am I dead?

Just when I thought I got away from all my demons.
The cycle repeats and I`m drowning in my pain once again.