She

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She stands there in front of the mirror
Her dark glare cold
Thoughts perfectly in ruin
Believing all that is told

She smiles a fickle smile
Forcing in cries
Mutters to all "I'm fine"
It's just lies

She genuinely hates who she is
Feeling so alone
Wasting yet another day
Her future unknown

She grasps her friendly knife
Not having any care
Blood trickles off of her wrist
No one is aware

She desires to tell the world
It's tearing her apart
With its selfish, lustful hands
Wishing to restart

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