I'm fine, just look into my face.

I smile, i laugh every day of my life.

But then I break down, alone, inside my room.

I'm crying, but nobody cares.

I lay in my bed, tears roll over my face.

In my hand is a blade, blood's dripping from my arm.

My stomach screams, it's empty at all.

No calories, just water today.

I'm screaming, silently, but nobody hears.

You just see the happy-me, when you look.

Just look at my body, it's skinny, it has scars.

Look into my eyes, they're empty and sad.

Look, my smile is fake, I'm broken.

Everybody's here but nobody's around.

I lie alone, I hear you shout, you're discussing in the hall.

My room is locked, I don't want to see you.

Your little girl becomes a psycho.

Your perfect world isn't perfect though.

I don't want your life be as bad as mine.

I don't want to make more problems.

I will go away soon.

The blade is right here in my hand.

Goodbye.