I try to hold onto the slippery walls,  

Of the hole that I dug myself into,   

Screaming out in agony; pain, 

Struggling to see that one spark of light,  

But it’s never there.  

 

What I see instead is the monster I’ve turned into,  

A monster with sunken cheeks and empty eyes,  

Who is it that I have turned into?  

What is it that dragged me here? 

Yet, behind this reflection of myself, I see a flicker,  

A flicker of someone who was once a pretty girl. 

 

But the once pretty girl disappears before the blink of an eye,   

Only to leave an ache, a lingering ache. 

 

These scars on my body are a painful reminder, 

A painful reminder that there is no light, the darkness is my light,  

I want this monster to leave me alone,  

I want to be myself once more, even if only for a few minutes. 

 

Why is it that the things I want to erase the most 

Are the ones which I remember most clearly? 

I tell myself that I can get out of this hole,  

But the truth is, this hole was made for me, 

Like the stars were made for the night sky. 

 

The slippery walls around me have now hardened, 

I no longer try to push away.  

I embrace the scars on my body,  

I welcome the monster and let it wrap around me like a blanket, 

No longer try to climb upwards, 

Letting the monster take over and pull me down,  

For I have now accepted this hole that I dug myself into.