False Pretenses

I live under false pretenses
i hide behind a plaster-cated smile
but in reality
all i want is simple, i want to die

i have no one
not a single friend
no one to count on
so its time, lets begin

check the contents
everything is here
i have a knife nice and sharp
and a place to rest my head

tear strickened face
my wrists weep with blood as well
welcoming this physical pain
because it overshadows my hell

there i have it
the will to slice too deep
so i embrace myself
for my breathing, my pain, my everything to cease

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