Inside me

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Escape reality,
realise your no speciality,
there's nothing about you anyone likes,
so do us a favour and grab that knife,
and just pull it across your thigh,
don't tell me it hurts, i know you lie,
it's just a scratch it barely bleeds,
but just enough, it's what you need,
to feel accepted and almost ok,
to get you through the next few days,
to keep you breathing,
to stop you from leaving,
I'll help you see,
who you think you are, it isn't me,
this charade you play,
keeps the demons away,
but it dosent trick me, I see straight through,
the person your playing, it isn't you,
the mask in which behind you hide,
belongs to me, it's also mine,
I see straight through your vacant smiles,
I know who you are, so sick and vile,
obsessing over the lines of a blade,
but what can I say, your a monster I made,
scraping with the rough side of the sponge,
oh my, isn't this fun,
agree with me or I'll make you pay,
I won't keep the other demons at bay,
if you think I'm bad, just you wait,
for there fresh wave of jeers and hate,
don't forget we need to get on,
I'm part of you, I'll never be gone,
I know all your darkest secrets,
and just where you keep this,
this thing called hope,
I can destroy it, this isn't one of my jokes,
im a disease already festering inside of you,
with my command you'll know just what to do,
I can end it all, you have no say,
I choose if you live another day,
you have no control of yourself,
you've lost your mental health,
to me, I stole it,
but I'm you,so who'll sit,
and listen to you, you insane freak,
just cut your skin and let it weep,
drain away from inside your veins,
I'll make you die, and it'll be in pain

A/N
No idea what this shit is but who cares...

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