She's Sick

Someone saw me crying the other day They didn't know me but asked if I was okay I sniffled and said someone I know is dying It's not perfectly true so I feel bad for lying It's not an old family member or a friend of mine But it's the me I used to know that's dying I can't get out of bed anymore I'm trapped in a room, eyes are the door I can't escape the room that is my mind The monsters whispers the only thing I can find I'm a ghost again in my life I was hallowed out and given the knife I can't be trusted with this device I hurt everyone, even myself I slice Even when I don't intend to I try to spare them from the pain, I swear I do I push them away Further and further each day But then I die more and more As I become but a shell of what I used to adore Is this affliction terminal now? Is this the cheery girl's final bow?