No one.

No one cares about you,
and by you I mean me.
Wel I have have two,
or maybe even three!
But when you get down to it,
nobody cares,
whether I cut, burn, or kill myself, any of that shit.
"NOBODY CARES!
So just do it now,
or at least lose some weight,
YOU LOOK LIKE A COW!"
That's what they say,
the ones in my head.
"Your weight's not okay,
you're made out of lead."
That's where Anna comes in,
my best friend of all.
She makes me look thin,
skinny and tall.
But the voices persist,
today: my hair
tomorrow: my legs
the next: skin care.
No matter how much I beg,
they never stop.
The never stop judging,
from bottom to top.
Day in and day out,
they never really stop.
So many in my head head I can't count!
They get overwhelming,
and then I get sad..
"You can always tell me!"
Yeah, I know that!
But you hate me with all of your heart,
and I know that you don't,
but it's hard to ignore,
when they're in every place that you'd like to call yours.
It's like fighting a war inside of your head,
without weapons, ammunition, or even fucking beds.
Exhausted soldiers, falling back and retreating.
Tired of fighting a war not worth completing.
The war is for my sanity.
My soldiers falling back fast.
My energy depleted,
my resources not exactly vast.
This war's not worth winning,
at least, not anymore.
Living your life should be pleasing,
not just a daily chore.
I thought I would tell you why,
now I must say goodbye.

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