You wish you was pretty enough for them. Pretty enough for them to want to remember your face forever, but why would they want to capture the look of a pure wreck, of complete imperfection. threes no-one who would admire this, it's all just lies that bleed from their lips just like the liquid they poison their bodies with they're trying to poison your soul with fake and feeble happiness just to attempt to keep you above the surface. Just because they can't cope with you if you fall again, if it all falls down like a beautiful star from the sky causing disruption to everything it sets its eyes on. The truth is the mirror doesn't lie and it tells the bitter reality every time you cast your eyes on the trainwreck you can see in the reflection. Nothing about this is attractive; you've ruined it all for yourself.
