She holds onto her life like a mother to an infant

   She forces herself not to purge or give in

    There's loose bottles of pills around the house that had been forgotten

      Alone is what she feels

        Her daily routine is to manage to stay alive and not cry

     She criticizes everyone who tells her she’ll be fine

  She begs herself not to purge

   She begs herself not to give in

      She smiles when she wants to frown

     She doesn’t cry when she’s down

   So she holds onto her life like a tight embrace