The end (anorexia)

Where is the light that I thought I was promised?
Where is the truth, and the hope and the way?
I've lost my footing, my spine, my eyes
Everything keeps slipping away
Where is the storybook ending
The love, the joy, the laughter?
Is all there is just nothing at all
Is there anything that matters
Is this all we get for our lives?
And after everything, why is it still so lonely
So blank, so dry, so numb
Are we brought up just to crack and bleed out
Unravel, coming undone
Is this all we get?

Is this all we get for our lives?
Is this all we get?