Because I swear I’m not me.
I’m wearing a mask, and someone else’s smile
But when it’s late and I’m alone
It seems like my scars stand out
The real me shows
And I hate it
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Because one thing can change it all
One sentence, one story, one scene
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You’d be surprised how much you miss
You think I’m happy.
Wake up
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You hate me, and I hate me too

I look at my arms and I hate me
My stomach, my thigh, my wrists
And i hate me
So go ahead and hate me too
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You wanna know the truth?
The girl behind the mask?
Behind the smile?
Well the smile ain’t mine
That laugh, it’s forced
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The truth: behind that smile
Behind the laugh
Behind the mask you see
Is a girl, and she’s dying
No one notices, and no one ever will.
But she has too many blades to count
She has no tears left: she shed them all long ago
And her heart? It’s barely beating
It’s dark and it’s slowly getting colder
But who am I to say anything: You assume she’s fine.
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This kid lives across the street.
He’s got too many blades to count
He’s got matches, glass shards, you name it.

There’s another girl across the neighborhood.
She scratches, pinches, and pulls her hair
She carves things into her skin
To forever remind herself of her pain.

Her friend lives just down the block
He’s got too many scars to count,
One forever across his throat.
He has chunks out of his skin.
He visits the cemetery every day,
Tells his sister how much he misses her.
Because her beautiful body and soul were too damaged to be fixed.
And he’s the only one to remember it.
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“I have a broken picture” one girl says.
“The kitchen knife went missing” mentions a boy.
“My face is always shaved” his friend says.
“Scissors are good for projects” another suggests.
“Once a wire project went wrong” A boy confesses
“Needles…” Is all someone says.
“People just think I like my pencils being sharp” a girl mumbles.
That is their life.
Each and every one of theirs
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People don’t notice.
They don’t care.
Why would they?
It’s not their problem
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“If I wanted to, I could jump.” said a girl to her friend.
She wasn’t depressed at this point.
She just pondered over the idea
of her life being taken by the ground.
It was the constant need to jump.
The constant wonder of when it would end.
She explained this to her friend, but she didn’t need to.
Her friend was right next to her,
Both wondering what would happen
If they just jumped.
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A storm was coming.
The sky was as dark as her heart,
Causing people to frown and turn away.
The lightning flashed across the sky
Like the scars covering her skin.
The crack of thunder was as loud as her pain,
Yet the wind seemed to blow it away.
The rain started to fall
And it ran down her pale cheeks as she cried.
Her lifeless eyes watched helplessly
As her soul was washed away,
Piece by piece,
Until nothing was left
But the storm.