I feel my heart is racing

my mind is constantly chasing

yet here I am just spacing

desperately embracing

rapidly effacing

i'm falling and displacing

 

Replacing my true self

a simple little herself

with a killer itself

two sides of myself

trying to kill oneself

with theirself

 

a this-self in a deteriorating shell

on food I do dwell

my appetite does swell

yet I eat not a single parcel

not a single morsel

its my life I do sell

 

As I fell into my death

as tragic as Macbeth

I'm running out of breath

my mind is constantly a-leth

skin and bone became my beth

I was the sword without my seath

 

just a few weeks ago

my demons now all a-stow

for months I'was so low

I fought and let it go

Slowly she ever so

redeemed that lovely glow