My wrist is crying crimson tears
Slowly falling with wortless purpose.
A stained knife lies forgotten
The world it stole from me
Only the imagination of humanity.
A crystal picture of a flawless girl
Catches fire with a burning glare
Shot from hopeless eyes with envy.
Only a dream, is that perfect girl
A prayer of a non-believer.
My life is dripping with intense need
For a reason to stand on broken ground.
The beauty of death is portrayed in a cut
Deeper than the sea of sorrows
Which has drowned the forced smiles.
Constant fear visible beneath each layer
Of the false exterior I've displayed as me
Which never actually existed at all.
A lie of a girl I failed to become...
But such a perfect illusion.
