Black tears
Fall from my eye
Blood flows
From an open cut

Voices yelling
In my head
I'm not good enough
Repeats itself
Over... and over... again
My reflection
laughs at my
Blood shot eyes

The voicies
And the reflection
The good and the bad
The fake and the real
Plead for my death

The deeper I cut
The better I feel
The voices stop to hear
The reflection stops to see

I cut to deep
But lucky for me

No more pretending

To be

A fake me

 
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