My tears fall
To show I can feel
My blood falls to show
I am real.
Slicing my skin
To show I can win
All my failed attempts
Death doesn't want to win
Heavy Makeup
Black lines
Running from them
I belong to no one.
All by myself
Curled up in a ball
No one even cares
Where I am at all.
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