Hello. Long time, no see.
It's me, your insecurity.
I used to whip around you
but then you cracked your shell.
I've came back to put you back in hell.
So pearl, I'm putting you into a case.
I am the media.
It's your fault that you embraced.
But look at your face, and your body too.
What has gotten into you?
Your thighs now touch and your bones don't show.
I'm anorexia, just to have you know.
Oh, and your wrists, your skin so sweet.
Looks like this round, I've got you beat.
I am the metal razor you've found on the floor.
I'll cut your skin and you'll peel for sure.
Go sit in the corner and sulk like a bitch,
and when you're done your skin will itch.
Sadness will rain on you and your shadow won't leave.
Slowly, so slowly, you'll forget how to breathe.
I am the drugs you use to mask your pain.
I don't live under your bed.
I live in your brain.
I'm the monster in your head.
I'll stay here until you're dead.
I'm here for good, just like how I should.
But hey, I'm back.
I'm your long-lost friend.
Shall we play together again?