OK, כחלק מהפוסט הקודם, החלטתי לשים את השיר שלי. הוא מדבר ברובו על הפרעות אכילה.

חלקכם אולי לא יבינו את הקשר בין הבתים.

חלקכם אולי ייקשרו את זה לדבר אחר.

אבל אני אוהבת אותו.

וכתבתי אותו מהלב. [מי אמר רגשי ולא קיבל?! האמ..]

Heal me- by me

Never thought it would be that bad

This feeling is pushing me onto the edge,

Taking with it my life away

As I’m spreading my last pray

I slowly dissipate

I know that somewhere, there is a better place for me

Where I can do whatever I want and feel absolutely free.

She’s calling me from inside and I can hear her whispers

Getting closer each time

I can sense her attendance

Threatening in every breath that she takes

I can smell her from far away

And it smells like my approaching death.

I don’t need your sophisticated words

I don’t need you to tell me what's wrong

Just let me know that you’ll always be there

That you’ll never leave me

Heal me.

So exhausted from this god-damned war

Asphyxiating another tear

Leaving behind my shrieking fear

I wont give up- not this time

Although you haven’t left of me that much

I would collect all of my pieces, which been torn apart

Embrace them like it was the first time

I have been digging my own grave for such a long time

Now, when you’re almost gone, I’m starting to feel how is it- to be alive

This song is dedicated to you-

The suffer,

The pain,

The self-control,

The love,

The hate, 

 I won't miss you at all

I can go farther

But it is a waste don’t you think, my sweet disorder?

Please don’t leave me,

Heal me.