I don't like the days when my head fills with numbers,

When my mistakes are weighed in pounds and stones.

I don't like the days when I'm feeling the pressure,

To starve 'til I'm gone beneath crystalline bones.

I don't like the days when I lie all the time,

It's like I'm betraying all those who care.

I don't like the days when I know I've done wrong,

Yet I still complain that life isn't fair.

I don't like the hand I've been dealt in life,

But what can you do, at least you're alive.

I don't like the fact that I cannot escape,

And if I keep going, will I survive?

But I like the days when it all seems okay,

When the days aren't as dark as they were before.

The days when the sun shines a little bit brighter,

When I allow myself to have just that little bit more.

I like the days when I don't feel the need,

When I pretend that I'm normal; that I don't want to fade.

And I like the days when the thought isn't scary,

When I can swallow and not be afraid.