I've got to run,
When can i hide?
You mustn't see
Who i am inside

I wont appeal to you
Like I did before
I'll never show you the real me,
Dont be sore!

Let go of me!
Close my soul!
Seal it up!
It's bare inside, dont you see?
Nothings there,
...because no one cares.

My tears sting your hand.
So you let go.

I run.
To the nearest box I could find
I close it up, take out my knife,
My skin, is what i begin to grind

"Be true to yourself"
I hear you scream
"Be real, have some NOBELITY!"

I climb out with blood dripping
from my leg;
"How can i be true to myself I dont know my own IDENTITY?"

You gaze at me.
And you hold me.

I felt like someone actually cared.
 
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