Not Who You Think

Everybody thinks,
that im this happy girl.
Nobody would ever beleive,
That every day i make myself hurl.

That i take a razor,
and put it to my wrist.
That when i see the blood,
I finally feel bliss.

I can only pray,
I can only hope,
That there will NOT come a day,
When the pain i cannot cope.

So i will fight the temptation,
To make myself hurl,
I will fight the temptation,
To not be that girl.

I am trying my best,
To be the girl,
Trying my absolute hardest,
To be the girl that you love.

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