My Boogeyman isn't as he seems
He lives within my lifeless body
He doesn't hide, though he isn't seen
Haunting me, his voice disembodied
He came to me in my young years
It seems like lifetimes ago
The image in my mind so dear
Is a memory, something I used to know
He captured my reflection in that mirror upon the door
He mocks me endlessly
Screaming "You're not worth it anymore"
Holding me for eternity
He gives me a blade
I start to see blood
He says "isn't this great?"
As the red liquid turns into a flood
He has won the battle
Assisted by the media
His words, in my mind, had rattled
He became my anemia
I'm gone, I'm dead
Fitting to me like a shoe
He killed me, drowning in red
My Boogeyman was my body image issues
