Something pretty

I'm standing there with blurred, dark eyes,
nothing but a disgrace,
and yet I'm getting through each day
with this smile upon my face.
With too much make-up painted on,
and a happiness so unreal,
you can hide what lies inside,
the wounds that never heal.
See, all of my so-called life,
I have never been myself,
yet somehow I still never managed
to be like everyone else.
I starve my body every day,
I just want to be alone,
slowly I am fading away,
you can see almost every bone.
My skin is so cold,
it's as white as snow,
I fall to the ground
as mascara tears show.
They're streaming down
like everlasting rain,
this is my sorrow,
my tears of pain.
I cry for help, I always do,
but no one ever shows up,
can't they see that I'm too weak?
Don't have the strength to make it stop.
It feels like I'm being
buried alive,
I am a failure,
being eaten up inside.
I always wear shirts with long sleeves,
just to hide what's on my arm,
a million cuts reveal themselves,
the result of my self-harm.
I stand up again,
my biggest enemy, my reflection,
I just want to be someone else,
someone else who's pure perfection.
But this is my life, this is who I am,
I cannot change my destiny,
but all I ask for, all I want
is to see something pretty.

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