I look into the glass mirror
Staring in to my reflection...
My angel, are you there?
Do you hear my call...
The rain was falling fast,
The wind was blowing hard...
Look through my mask
And you will see...
Doesn't have to be this way
being the same day after day...
I wonder how long before this bleeding stops.
My salty tears, no longer antiseptic...
Each year,
my skeletal frame...
My little sister
looked at my thighs...
I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain...
You grab a blade
Press it against your wrist...
Colors flow across my skin in the form of makeup,
Hiding the things I do not want to face...
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each...