I've lost myself behind this memory,
A vision of sadness and deformity,
I don't fit into this perfect world,
Not a perfect thought in this perfect girl.
When i look in the mirror, the thing looking back,
Is only half human, and covered in black,
All except, for the glimmers of red,
They don't look like make-up, all over my head.
They seep in the collars and cuffs of the black,
Caused by the pain, the depression, the lack,
Of being normal, of fitting in,
Of being happy, of loving him.
I've dreamt of this for weeks and weeks,
Waiting for my blood to leak,
For when i lift, and take this knife,
To cut my throat, to end my life.
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