Her eyes were those of stars
Her smile, that one hopeful smile
That girl people always seem to pine over
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I wish the voices were different
The good from the bad
I wish they were separated
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I thought I deserved better
For many years I did
But before those many years
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You yell into my face
My skeleton face
No skin to be stained by tears
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Tell me what to think
Tell me what to say
Take away my life and then tell me how to live it
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Everyone keeps moving
Keeps going toward that sight
That strange sight that's too bright for me to look at
But they all seem fine
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It's not bright when it's midnight
The night simply doesn't change
But everyone loves that brightness
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Please look at me the way you used to
Stay pressed against my back
Making me feel the same once again
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Sitting as the warm water hits my skin. I feel those places are used to love and hate burn. That sting reminds me that it's real, it lets me know what I'm guilty of.
I want to sell my soul. Sell it to a demon or an angel alike, as long as I gain some worth in the process.
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Plucking my fingernails off one by one
Hearing the pathetic tapping noise as they hit the ground
Tearing my hair out strand by strand
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I hate that seeing him hurt makes me happy.
That not being able to stand himself gives me satisfaction
Go on
Try to be happy
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Parent my inner child you say
But what if she has already grown up?
What if she is dead because of my neglect?
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Sing me a song
A song that will make me cry
I'll cry a million times if it's for you
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Not A Fairytale
Her eyes were those of stars
Her smile, that one hopeful smile
That girl people always seem to pine over
The girl in the fairytales
She was magic
But I wasn't
Nobody would think I was
Nobody will write about me
Not in songs
Or poems
Or great works of literature
I won't even get a tragic ending
Much less a happy one
For no one cares enough for that
Because I'm too accidentally dumb
Or purposefully mean
Hiding any majesty for fear it's just as dull
Wasting anything memorable by being myself
No one will die thinking of me
Or live trying to forget me
They have simply already forgotten
I'm not a fairytale but god I wish I were
You cannot blame yourself for being blind when all that surrounds you is darkness.