Will you forgive me?

Will you forgive me when you know I’m torturing myself?
Won’t eat of paranoia.
It’s like bulimia with Alzheimer.
I eat, but forget to puke.

Life goes on.
When I’m not around, will it makes a different?
Does somebody cares?
Will somebody stop my tears that I’m crying?

You may check my pols.
You may check my thighs.
But what about my eyes?

Can’t you see that I’m trying to save myself?
That my 2 thoughts are fighting again.
One is mistaken, one is right.
I think I’m losing my healthy mind!

Will anybody cry when I die?
The people around me never new me like this.
Can I fly?
It’s a question I want to know.

Blades and fire are standing ready to punish me.
Blood is going to slide down the shower.
Tears are following I believe.
Can nobody save me?