Through it's eyes I see,
A thousand identities,
All lost in one single body,
Of someone full of insecurities,
Blood instead of tears,
Muffled screams nobody hears,
Scars to forget it's pain,
It's pain that changes it's brain,
Into a deep dark space,
Even hell wouldn't replace,
Yet it's so broken,
I keep wanting to end,
End my entire life,
For it's smile with this knife.
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