Shattered Mirrors

Anemic mornings enchain me to the bed
 They dry my lips and I nibble on them, habitually
 I can't eat yet, but in special moments
 I can ravage the whole fridge
 My mother lied to me
 That youth is a gladness
 I am only a poor construction of human anxiety
 My mother lied to me
 That youth is a gladness
 I am only a poor construction of human anxiety
 Dear God, pull me out of this hell
 Dear God, pull me out of this hell
 Dear God, pull me out of this hell, of this hell, of this hell
 I imprecate when the night starts
 Window separates me from the beast
 You're not there, but I feel your presence
 You were my parasite, I am bursting
 My mother lied to me
 That youth is a gladness
 I am only a poor construction of human anxiety
 My mother lied to me
 That youth is a gladness
 I am only a poor construction of human anxiety
 Dear God, pull me out of this hell
 Dear God, pull me out of this hell
 Dear God, pull me out of this hell, of this hell, of this hell
 I have been trying to get up for a few days
 To approach the mirror
 When I reach for my reflection
 A whisper emanates
 From behind the glass
 "You are nothing, you are nothing"
 "You are nothing, you are nothing"
 Later I shatter my mirror
 I burst again
 I hide under the quilt
 Bed is my house