I try to hold on to who I was but I’m simply fading away.
My body, my life keeps getting lighter and lighter
I scream, “I’m still here,”
I’m trying I’m fighting to get things back to what they were
But my voice gets softer and softer
They can’t hear me – I’m invisible to them,
They are judging me by my fading face
No don’t, don’t look at the covers of me.
Open me up, tear me apart, rip my heart open so you could see.
See me for who I really am
See how I fight everyday to be who I am,
Not what you want but the real me.