When I am by my lonesome,
I seem to stare at my reflection.
When I look into my eyes,
I see every imperfection.
No matter how hard I try,
I can't escape this face.
I long to disappear,
Be gone without a trace.
I wish to be rid of,
This ugly, angry mask.
The last idea in my head,
One final beautiful task.
Find the sharpest knife,
And bring it to my door.
To reveal my veins under skin,
Finally becoming nevermore.
